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Better Together

Better Together - Jack Johnson

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard,
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,
Like a shoebox of photographs,
With sepiatone loving,
Love is the answer
At least for most of the questions in my heart ,
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy,
And sometimes life can be deceiving,
I'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together


I like this song.
I don't love it.
I think it had to much radio play at one point so I got a little sick of it, but it seems to be in my head right now and describes how I am feeling.

Jeff and I are about half way through this summer of being apart; him being in Alaska fishing and me being in Lynden living with my family. All-in-all, things have been good. I have kept busy with work and school and really have not have a lot of free time to wallow in self-pity for being being a fishing widow.

I have felt an overwhelming sense of joy and feel incredibly blessed to have the family that I do. When I look at how it has changed over the last four years it sometimes feels surreal. How my family of five went to a family and four, then eight and now ten. And that is just one side. That is not even counting my wonderful mother and father in law, two sisters, and brother on the other side. I am so richly blessed.

Regarding my dear Mother, I still miss her each and every day. I have a feeling that will never change.

Back to the original reason I decided to post the song, I miss my husband. Don't get me wrong, I am a competent, independent, totally functioning individual without him, but things are just better with him. I have always been against the phrase "he/she completes me" as I believe that a person needs to be complete in who they are BEFORE they bring another person into the mix. It is just healthier on every level. How would I ever survive this summer if I was missing the other half of myself?!?! O my! =) (Don't mind my sarcasm)

But God gave us companionship for a reason. We are just not meant to be alone - I certainly know that I am not! It is a longing in each and every one of us to love and be loved in return.

It's just a lot of the small things that I miss, like walking down to the mailbox every evening while the neighbors stare at us as though they had no idea who we are (even though Jeff has lived there for more than 2 years now). I miss washing dishes together and ending up doing it myself because Jeffrey is SOOOO slow! I miss watching countless episodes of House online and singing the theme song in Jeffrey's ear (he HATES it) when we should be doing homework. I miss going for runs, walks, and playing tennis in Bush park. I miss being goofy and spontaneous. I miss having him there to listen and be there to listen to him in return.

Pretty much, I miss my husband.

I will survive these last five weeks but anxiously await his return.

Indeed, it's always better when we're together =)

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