Rachel is visiting her family to meet our first nephew, her brother Isaac's son Elijah. I'm excited for them, and Rachel is beyond words.
She and I are, still, very close. That sounds strange from a married man talking about his wife, but we really do still have many of the hallmarks of a relationship still in the "honeymoon phase" - four years into the marriage. We sometimes chide each other for being codependent (and frankly it's a fair cop); I wouldn't eat without her and I don't know what her finances would look like without me. We still balance well, and that's largely because we're still good at communicating, even when we're angry (at each other or just in general).
I've heard from many sources that the first wall is at seven years, but I'm comforted, in a way, knowing that even when she's only gone for a day and a half, sleeping isn't something that's likely before complete exhaustion.Labels: family, insomnia, love, Rachel, sleep |
