I get it but still
daffodils like the ones that have begun to bloom around our property always bring thoughts of Easter to me. This year, as happy as I am to see the flowers blooming, I'm finding it a little bittersweet.
Bruce's career has transformed over the years we've been together. Most recently it's taken a huge evolutionary leap. On the whole, it's a good change for both him and us as a family. Yet there is a part of these new responsibilities that require quite a bit of travel.
It's not easy when he's away, but it's certainly manageable. My parents are close. We spend many a night there for dinner. The nights we can do, we're used to having weekdays on our own as it is. We can, as much as we miss him, take the nights on our own too. The weekends are tough for us all. We do spend a lot of time with grandparents then. Something to change up the scenery a little.
There is a trip on the horizon, however, that is a bit different. He'll leave on a Thursday for nearly two weeks. He'll depart here and take a very long flight across time-zones that places him down in Singapore on Saturday...the day before Easter.
Yes, we'll be spending our Easter without him. I didn't think it'd bother me as much as it is. I didn't think it'd bother him as much as it is, quite frankly. Last night, as I showed him the big white bows we found for Meg's hair, he said sadly, "Take lots of pictures on Easter morning. Lots."
The daffodils in our backyard have nearly all bloomed now. The ones in the front are just reaching the "buds about to pop open" stage. The tulips are starting to emerge - tightly closed and green still with small hints of the vibrant red they will become. Each plant a reminder of the holiday that I'm almost not looking forward to.
I understand the nature of business. I understand why the trip can't be another time. That doesn't mean I have to like it.