This is among my favorite phrases to hear.
I love when Brian comes home after a trip and I rush in to his arms. It instantly provides me with a sense of safety and security. It is equally comforting and exciting to be with him again after a separation—however short it may have been. It is a question, though, to know who is more excited—me or Froggie? We both miss him terribly when he is gone.
There is never a moment I feel more like our own little family is being made, than when I see my new husband for the first time after he has been away. I miss him. My home is with him, and so when he is away, even my house is not as warm and inviting.
However, there are some upsides to his traveling schedule. One, I can be as loud as I want in the morning (and often am) dancing around the house to music I am sure he dislikes. Two, I can spend time with my friends without feeling torn about wanting to be with him. Three, I can snack endlessly on my childish cheese cubes and crackers without his gentle chiding at my lack of healthy food choices. And finally, fourth, I realize how much he does for me, and I become more grateful each day that passes, for how well he takes care of me.
But the cons far outweigh the pros. And life is better with Brian by my side. I truly am lucky—incredibly blessed—to be married to my best friend. I want him to be the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning and I want share each piece of my day with him. I know I can confide in him, trust him, laugh with him, turn to him when I’m sad, and love him no matter what.
Yes, there are few sweeter sentences in my world than, “Honey, I’m home.” And each time that door swings open, he can be sure that I (and yes, Froggie, too) will be waiting with open arms to welcome him home.