Roommates

When did the roommate phase start?

Was it between the video games you played at night instead of choosing to play card games by my side?

Or was it when you thought that spending thousands on vacation was the only spot where we could have alone time?

Maybe it was when you gambled a little more than you should have. Or maybe my jealousy came between us because even after all the overtime, you still get to go spend time with the guys.

Don't worry, I'm holding it down and I know you're working hard. But dang you say you miss my even though sometimes we're not more than 5 feet apart. Unfortunately, you're not the only one who's guilty.

I have work. Loads of it. I cook and I clean and I mom and I wife, and don't forget the 8 hours I still have to clock in at the end of the night. I study and then when I'm done with all that, instead of watching TV I choose to read or write.

I miss conversations and home-made coffee dates. I miss going back and forth in debate. I miss the kisses you'd me leave throughout the day. And just sitting on the back porch in peace while the wind blows our way. I miss hearing about your day and and feeling God's presence fill the space.

The things I miss dangle right in front of me, but I know you're just beat from your body pumping with adrenaline. I don't blame you for wanting to shut off your brain after dealing with tons of people all day and I overwhelm you with words cause all I had was a one year old to conversate with.

One day your hands will turn off the game, or you'll stay home, or your eyes will open and see that I'm still right here, loyal and patient and and ready for you to say, "Honey, would you make me some coffee?"

And I'd close my book, or put down my pen and respond, "Of course my dear, I will make you some coffee."