Vicarious Rocky

I am often struck by how fortunate I am that Sage and I are friends and how that has made my life phenomenal. We clicked immediately, were good buds, got to watch each other have unsuccessful relationships with other people, and then tiptoed our way over the friendship line. But the genius of it all is that we've always taken the time to really KNOW each other. Friends for 2 years, dated for a year, lived in "sin" for a year or so, then got hitched, then waited a nice long time to bring a third party into the mix. And I attribute all our comfortableness and ease and daily joy to this rhythm of friendship that has been with us from the start.

In fact, I was breaking down in my mind whether or not I was missing my husband or missing Sage. Weird, I know, but when you've been married for 10 years and you're rutted in routine, that question makes sense. I often structure my days off with Indy around this timeline of Sage's morning departure, arrival home, dinner together, etc. So, when he goes out on business, there is a void there that I would label as missing the "husband." But I get over that really quickly.

What I don't get over is missing Sage. I love how we laugh together, and mull over topics of joint interest in great conversation, and how we can be quiet together and check in in cool ways. He has such a presence. I'm excited he's coming home today.