Princess

My husband is one of those husbands that dotes and fawns and generally treats me like a princess.  (I, in turn, love him to pieces for it.)  We’re really close, not only as husband and wife, but as friends, or even just PEOPLE.  He’s my favorite person on earth by FAR, and I’m over the moon that I get to spend my life with him.  It’s the first time I’ve been in a healthy, close relationship with someone that I love, and there are times when I don’t know how to act properly and mess it up.  He is always so understanding, though, and he never yells or raises his voice; this concept of interacting is completely foreign to me.

Anyway, occasionally one of our friends (almost invariably single, might I add) makes a snide remark about how he caterers to me, and after last weekend which was full of such comments, I had to think long and hard about whether or not I was taking advantage of him.  I concluded that I don’t; everything he does he does willingly, and it’s obvious that he’s always gets a kick out of making me smile.  But the comments had started to get to me.

I might have gone too far into the “princessing” tonight, though, even for me.  This is what happened.

He’s away at a conference right now that’s two hours away (he took the bus).  He left last night, and today I kind of… melted.  I’m in a new house and it’s hot, everything is still a moving mess of boxes, I couldn’t find the cord for my iPhone so it died, his phone wasn’t picking up and he wasn’t getting the internet text messages I was sending him.  I had people calling me about insurance and mortgages, I couldn’t find this one important paper that I need and… I collapsed in a ball of tears by four this afternoon.  I want him HOME!

Of course, I know that he’s at this conference giving lectures and networking with people who will help further his career, which is important now more than ever because his job is in danger as of this week (the paper he’s working for is probably going to close).  I have no doubt we’ll pull through alright conference or not, but I do know, too, that it is still extremely important he be there.  So I would never ask him to come home and abandon it.

He suggested that himself, though!  Out of the blue!  I’ve been going over our conversation a hundred times trying to figure out if I “guilted” him into coming home, and I’m sure I didn’t.  He’s jumping on a train tonight, and we’ll both drive back tomorrow, together, for the last day of the conference.  He promises I’ll have fun and meet interesting people, although I’m guessing it will be a total snooze-fest.  Who cares, though.  We’ll be together!

“Are you sure you want to travel all the way back?” I asked.

“I…” he said, and then he paused and laughed a little, embarrassed.  “I just… I miss you so much!”

I can’t believe I get to keep him forever.