A few years ago when I first moved to Folsom and moved in with my mom, after I’d been working for a few months, my mom and I had planned a trip to see my sister in Oregon. I think it was supposed to be like a 5 day trip but in actuality it was only 3 days. My mom and I were both missing our beds by that 3rd day, and to be honest, my sister Sara is a hard woman to keep up with.
Justin and I had just started dating that March. I remember I sent him a lot of pictures of the trip. My sister’s boyfriend at the time had a pet snake. We sat on the couch and watched a movie, the snake and I. I sent Justin a picture of it. I sent him a picture of me waking up in the morning, in my sister’s bed, in Portland. I sent him pictures of the Astoria beaches. Told him, “this is where Goonies was filmed. Have you seen Goonies?” and he said he had.
Our relationship was so fresh, I’m not sure either of us knew what we were doing. I told him my mom and I were coming home early, but I don’t think I explained how early. Mom and I said our farewells to our sister late in the afternoon and then drove home to Folsom. I recall driving by Mount Shasta close to midnight. I helped my mom with the driving, but not much of it. I was afraid of the dark.
When we arrived home it was after 3 a.m. and we both hit the sack rather quickly. When I awoke around noon the next day, I texted Justin yet again, this time to let him know I was home. I remember he asked me if he should come by. I said sure.
I remember how quick he was. This sense of urgency. He brought Starbucks. Smore’s frappucinos, which always come out in May, but not this year. He set the frappucinos down. Keep in mind, we’d only been dating about a month or so. He wrapped me in this embrace that was unlike any other embrace I’ve ever experienced before. It was like the vibrations of it echoed and ricocheted off my body and said,
“I’ve missed you, I really have.”
That’s when I knew, for sure for sure, how important I’d become to Justin. How filled he was with my absence, even if only for a few days. My tired-home-early face became his home. His forever.
Next month is our 1 year wedding anniversary.
You know I was talking to Justin last night in the car on a cheeseburger run. I told him I’ve learned that marriage is composed of sharing. Sharing our political views, the love of our pets aka many, many cat pictures (“Look what she did today!”). We share annoyances. We share fears. How will we get the money for this bill, or that one? How to pay off this debt, when we are so close to the finish line, and close means 2 years away still? We share the frustration of other people, the its so annoying when a, b, c, d, e, f, AND g happens and the other person validates the first person with an “OMG! Yes it is!”
We share faith.
We share love made. My tired-home-early face.
It came soon after.