I Left My Heart in San Francisco
I guess some women will be overjoyed that their husbands are out of the way for a few days. As a matter of fact, I honestly didn’t think I would care that much. A week away from him didn’t seem like such a big deal. I’d carry on as usual, cooking, cleaning and taking care of our children. But last Saturday, the day before he left, I began feeling anxious. I didn’t want him to go.
It’s been two days since he’s been gone and my heart is heavy. I’m longing for him to return. I can’t let on as to how sad I am because it will make our children cry and I want to avoid that. So, I spend my days trying not to think about my melancholy. And I spend my nights sleeping with the lights on and listening for the slightest noise.
It’s amazing the overwhelming sense of security he provides our family. After 12 years of marriage I am just realizing that. His mere presence is enough to set my mind at ease. I can’t wait to see him. I’m sure I’ll look back on this week and think that time away from one another was good for us. I guess it true that absense makes the heart grow fonder.