I miss Matt. His ability to bundle up, even though he kicks out more heat than the average space heater. The myriad of ways his hair will spikes up in the morning. His beautiful ability to laugh at himself. His compliments, strong arms and that special smile he saves just for me. The one that's usually a mixture of, you know how ridiculous you're being and do you know how awesome you are?
He doesn't have any email access while he's gone and our phone conversations are never more than ten minutes at a time.
While he's out there, he's tromping through woods, mucking through swamps, flying in teeny airplanes over remote wildnerness and paddling upstream in small rivers. He's so happy. In his entire life, he's never been so professionally fulfilled. He's using his brain rather than bartending skills, slinging poison. (Tasty poison, but still.) Additionally, he's to getting to explore every inch of this gorgeous state we live in. He comes home filthy, smelly and happy. There are some ticks, but we won't talk about that.
He misses us, we miss him, but the entire endevour is still so exciting and new that we're managing. Last week Vin had a couple of days of not great sleeping. Mostly he sleeps through the night now, but two days in a row he was getting up every couple of hours. I'm exahusted and currently covered in smears of yogurt and... it's probably best not to investigate too closely. I'm in desperate need of a nap and a bath.
Moments like this, though... Well, it all just slips away and I get to revel in how blessedly, thankfully, blissfully happy we are.
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