I've Got My Eye On You Scotland

Friday 14 January 2011

12:41pm

Soundtrack: David Gray, This Year’s Love

I used to write. A lot. And I used to think I was really good. Because I was (for an amateur).  But then I stopped and I don’t remember when or why. But I want to start again. So, here goes:

This morning at 6:10am I sent my husband to Scotland to climb mountains for an entire week. That wasn’t easy for me to do. I hate being away from him. Sounds romantic but it is actually a bit less charming. You see, I suffer from an acute suspicion that life is out to pull the rug out from under my feet as soon as I make myself comfortable. (In fact, if you make a habit out of reading this blog you will probably hear more about this very lovely  conspiracy theory later). So sending the most precious part of my life so far away to do something  so potentially dangerous seems a bit to me like playing a very bold game of “nana-nana-boo-boo” with life’s good graces thus far. 

So this last week has been filled with extra long hugs and repeated demands for promises of return and blah blah blah. And he patiently obliged every time. He even asked me if I wanted him to give up climbing. And if I would have said yes, I think he would have. But I knew that him giving up climbing would be me giving up him (or at least a bit part of him). So I looked him in the eye and told him not to be silly. Because the truth is that I love that he loves the mountains. The mountains teach my husband something I know he can learn no where else. There is a piece of the man he is becoming that only he and the mountains can forge...so the night before he leaves I say how excited I am for him. I make sure he has the camera charged and tell him that I am busting at the seams ‘cause Scotland is going to be so awesome. 

Because what I am learning is that bad things happen all the time. But so do great things. So I demand the great things this week...please.