The days away fly by - & i still miss him like crazy, but i am the wife to the travelling man & i flex tiny muscles and try to be mama & papa both while he's gone.
In a sudden burst of loneliness one morning as i climb out of the shower, i grab the bar of soap and write love messages all over the door of the shower. Unsatisfied, as i'm brushing my teeth, i add some on the mirror with my thumb, and then thoughtfully turn to the medicine cabinet to decide what to inscribe on it's fading steam.
He came home - just like i knew he would & expected him to. He came home, just like was planned & without pomp & fanfare...
i woke up one morning & he had crept in to the bed beside me... i glanced over the white puff of Ephraim's hair that rises up between us & i see the broadness of his back & the gentle rhythm of his breathing & i sigh with enormous satisfaction.
Later on, he comes out of the shower.
"Babe, i cleaned that shower for you. It was gross - there was soap everywhere."
i start laughing hysterically.
"Didn't you read any of it? It's my HEARTBEAT of LOVE for you!!"
"Um, no. i didn't read it. It was a mess and some of us like to shower in a clean bathroom. i had to windex the mirror too."
"Thank you honey." i laugh.
"What's so funny?" he demands... and i think he is maybe dissatisfied with my level of gratitude for his sweet act of service.
"Nothing. i just like us, that's all."
'Cause he's home. i can whisper my messages into his ears at night. i can watch for his truck to pull up in the evenings. i can scrub the bathroom to show my affection... i'm not limited to a bar of soap and a steamy surface... no... my love's home.