It’s the usual way of things, I suppose. You find a rhythm, you settle in. You plan your days around it, you look forward to what each new one holds and you’re unwilling to let it change, no matter what.

When The Knight told me he was going to ask for time off, I was against it. I truly believed in my heart that all we would do while he was home was argue and fight and I couldn’t handle that. I didn’t want or need any stress in my life and I absolutely didn’t want to fight with the man I loved.

Still, being the dominant man that he is, he did it his way. He made the arrangements that I never thought he’d make. He reworked the schedule and arranged a telecommute. For the love of all that was holy, he was going through with it!

As much as it shocked me, it worked out well. We got into a routine. He wanted to care for me, to show me that I was a priority. When the realization hit me, I let go and let him. After all, how many women would give their right arm for a husband like mine?

Letting go was the best decision ever…for both of us.

I got the rest I needed. I was able to nap and conserve my energies, able to focus them on healing. He got the satisfaction he needed by seeing that he could care for me. As good as it was for me, I think it was better for him.

But those times are over.

He’s on vacation for the rest of 2008 then it’s back to work. I know it has to be done. With only him working as it is, times are tough. And really, I’m better for the love and care he has given to me. I feel more rested and better able to fight.

But I’ll miss him being here. I’ll miss our fits of laughter. I’ll miss our naps and our afternoon lovemaking while the rest of the world rushes by outside our door.

I’ll miss the safety and security that came from having him so close at hand, but I guess all good things must come to an end.