Worn easy

I don't know why, but sometimes it hits harder than other times.

It's usually when I watch a movie or a TV show or read a scene from a book that describes love in a way that is ordinary, yet profound. It's a love that's worn comfortable--after years of trials. The trials don't come easy but they come with a confidence that they will survive them. In those moments, moments where life requires a partner, comfortable lovers connect in a way that takes my breath away.

I mourn it. I mourn the lack of normalcy in our family. I mourn the absence of romance. I mourn the want of companionship.

Tomorrow, I'll find myself back in my familiar rhythm, loving on my girl and my students. Tonight, though, I'm feeling a bit empty and like our family's lopsided.