Pillow Talk

Owen and I moved into our new condo this week! A darkness has lifted from us, and we are finally feeling comfortable in our living space. However, moving in has been a slow process. We rush to our apartment to grab more stuff between work, volunteering, church, yoga, grocery shopping, cooking dinner... we barely catch a break to talk to each other, and thus I won't spend too long on this blog post today, when I have barely had time to talk to my husband.

During busy times like this, we've had to come to an acceptance that the love is there, whether or not we can express it through the day. Owen describes it as an "assumed" love. As I rush from work to class, I direct Owen to grab lunch for me, and I barely slow down enough to ask how he is or say thank you. Despite this I do want him to be happy, and I am thankful for his help. We just have to know, until the end of the day. 

Pillow talk: the time of day when couples slow down and share thoughts before falling asleep. Though Owen is a night owl and I am a morning person, we rarely go to bed without each other. When we don't have an hour to ourselves the whole day, those few minutes of pillow talk confirm our solidarity and provide us with emotional balance. It's not much, but it keeps us steady for a time.

Oh busyness. It's certainly an addiction. Amazingly I can find myself missing Owen even as we sit next to each other, working on our computers at the coffee shop. Today I am going to choose to neglect writing anymore and ask Owen how he is.