“The world has grown suspicious of anything
that looks like a happily married life.”
- Oscar Wilde

 

Last night, I realized how incredibly deeply I had missed my husband.

Okay, it’s more accurate to say that I realized it on Saturday night, but I fixed it last night.

Bryan and I have both been busy since we met.  We have both constantly been in shows, most of the time more than one at any given moment, and we have always made it work.  We will visit eachother wherever the other one is, we will eat meals together in transit, we will do whatever it takes.  But since our marriage, I have missed him.  He has been in lots of shows and I have not.  I have been at home.  Missing him.

I suggested we both audition for an upcoming show and he tentatively agreed, but then something happened and it fell through.  I still auditioned, and got a part, and I have a Coven-mate in there with me.  So that’s exciting, because Lord knows we have too much fun in shows together. (Something tells me we can’t make out in this one, though, Steph.  And I don’t think I can grope you, either.) But I had honestly been looking forward to sharing a rehearsal space with my husband, since he and I have NEVER appeared on stage together.

Last night, it was very cold.  It was also the first dark night of Christmas Carol, which meant it was a two year anniversary of sorts.  So I asked him to meet me at Waffle House for dinner.  We sat there, me feeling old, and I looked across the table at him.  He will always have a baby face with the cleft in his chin that I used to stare at while he slept.  And although the fiery flecks of copper have long since left his beard, he can still give me butterflies with a wink. 

We paid the bill, and drove through Krispie Kreme, where we got what will be a treasured ornament: a HOT NOW sign.  And we went home and cuddled and giggled on the couch. 

I’ve missed him.  It’s nice to have him home.

(In a completely unfortunate coincidence, I have my first rehearsal for that show tonight.)