A Thanksgiving

Heather visited for Thanksgiving . She is on a plane as I type this, on her way back home. Our time together was lovely as usual. What is always striking to me is just how simple things become when she is here. Because – here’s a confession – most of those hours that Heather and I spend on the phone while we’re apart isn’t spent in mushy lovey talk. There are pretty regular arguments and expressions of dissatisfaction where everything between us seems more like a miserably complicated compromise than an enchanting love story. In general I feel like more of our time is spent trying to figure out how we can ever make “us” work than actually enjoying the company of each other.

And, yet, when she is here all of that just disappears so quickly. Of course, in reality, all the complications are still theoretically present – they just seem to matter so much less. Granted, maybe it’s just easier to take those complications for granted when you can brush them away with some amazing sex. But it’s great to take away all of the worries about our convoluted situation for a bit and finally get to bask in one another’s presence for a while.

Sadly, now we are returning to the world of distance and unavoidable complications until we find time in our schedules to see one another in another 2 or 3 months. Or, as Heather jokingly put it, “Matt, I’m leaving! I’m going to hate you again!”

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is the last week once again confirmed that I adore Heather for good reason. But you probably knew that already.