"Don't take up a man's time talking about the smartness of you children; he wants to talk to you about the smartness of his children."

I miss my husband



[Editor's note: This story is a letter from a woman to her husband. While this is one example of one type of relationship, we understand, appreciate and celebrate that relationships come in all forms and configurations.]

I miss my husband.

It seems silly for me to say that, because it is silly, because he's right here next to me most of the time. In a development that has surprised at least 65% of the guests at our wedding all those years ago (including probably both of us), we are still very much married, with four kids, and all the chaos to show for it.

But I miss him still. It's true, even as we move around each other through the kitchen and the bedrooms and the school concerts and the 500 grocery store trips we take per week, combined. I miss him the way you miss something you used to have and totally took for granted, like collagen or personal space or uninterrupted sleep.

We are good at what we do, tag-teaming our way through this working and parenting life like a well oiled machine on our good days, passing kids to each other like relay batons without even breaking our strides. It's a thing of beauty, a master dance that took years to achieve and yet still is so tenuous that...


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