My Daily Phone Call

My husband is a very goal-oriented person. He is someone who starts a task and cannot think of anything else until the job is finished. This is true at home and at work. He is focused, and does not break that focus easily. That is why I rarely hear from him in the middle of the day. He goes to work in the morning, and basically I assume that he forgets anyone else exists until he comes home. Over fourteen years of marriage, I have learned not to take this personally. He just manages his life and work better when he doesn't have to break his focus.

Which is why I have been a little bit surprised every day since we've moved to London. Almost every day since he started work here, I get a phone call from him early in the afternoon. Just to see how I'm doing. I love it. I love him for it, because I know it isn't easy for him to drop everything and pick up the phone to check on me. He knows that it surprises me. He may not know that each of these phone calls means more to me than a dozen roses. The fact that he recognizes how hard this move has been for me, and tries to help by showing me he doesn't forget about me all day, makes my days here so much easier. Every time he calls it makes me smile.

I don't expect the phone calls to last forever. But I don't expect to feel this lonely forever either. He knows what I need right now, and is making an effort to meet that need. What could be more romantic than that?

Happy birthday, Honey! I love you!