Living with(out) someone
I’ve been married almost a year. This next week and a half is going to be one of the longest times since then I’ve been without, Rosemarie, my wife. While I’m looking forward to going to California for the first time, I’m also going to miss my wife like crazy.
I’m sure she knows this, and if not I hope she sees. When you live with someone every day not seeing them is strange. My wife is my strength, when I’m down she reminds me of who I can be when I try. She is someone I went to be there to love and look after when she needs it. Someone creative who makes wonderful art and make me feel creative just being around her. She has so much energy, she dances and sings around our flat and it makes me feel alive.
So, to the guys I’m spending a week in California with, I know it’s going to be fun, but I sure wish one of you was my wife.
