My wife has been in the night shift for two nights now. Tonight's her last night in a 3-day (or 3-night, if you will) training session. I miss her. I just miss her physical presence. I miss waking up in the middle of the night to see her feeding the baby (she moves faster and always beats me to it). I miss waking up to her feet hitting mine (she always kicks her feet about when she's dreaming) I miss just plain seeing her there, sleeping soundly, while my insomnia keeps me awake. I miss waking up to her kiss in the morning. It's only three days, I know. But that's three days less in our lives. I won't get those three days back. Maybe I'm being trivial when I'm saying that. Petty, some would say. To me, I'm just being me. I love her, sometimes to a selfish extent. There's no reason for it, except that she has the power to calm my restless soul. Having my wife near makes it all feel alright. It may seem strange to you, but she has that effect on me. And to me, that's not a bad thing. It's a great thing to miss each other so much. When you want to be with each other so much, you tend to spend time that way it should be spent -- spent like precious gold, cherished in memories. :::sigh:::: I wonder if we'll stay like this forever. I hope so.