I Missed You More Than I Thought Possible
It had only been a week since last seeing each other. We knew in advance the time would be spent apart and that it would be good for both of us. In the almost ten years we'd been together, we had never spent more than two days apart, and that only happened twice; well, three times if you count the first time, which I don't.
We had no communication during that week apart. No phone calls, no emails, no texting. The only handwritten letters were mine. I received none in return. There were no feelings of anger on my end; I knew my letters had been received and were appreciated.
Our individual weeks were busy. New things to do, new people to meet, summer weather to enjoy. We were looking forward to our reunion, but I had not expected the intensity with which it had occurred. We are both affectionate but not overbearing. Needy only on occasion. Tears filled my eyes; a rarity when it comes to my own children.
I held on to my daughter and she to me as if we hadn't seen each other in years. We broke apart and I held her face in my hands, kissed her cheek and just stayed there. Embracing her warm summer skin, feeling her hair in my eyes. Holding all of her so close to me and not wanting to let go. I breathed in and finally pulled away. A little. Then I held on some more.
Today, Valentine's Day is not about a romantic dinner for me and my husband (service and food are often compromised anyway) it's become more about my kids. Giving them a little treat in the morning when they wake up, maybe making their favorite meal, and of course addressing what will this year be about 75 individual class valentines. That said, when choosing to participate in the Valentine's Day Blog Hop, I knew going in that my content would be different from other entries, but I felt the story was worth sharing as an intense kiss can come in many forms. Click on the link above or the picture to read all the fabulous entries for hop!