One-Hundred Percent

I can't begin to describe to you how strange it is that Annabelle has been gone for over a week now. For those of you just tuning in, no worries: we are still married, we are still in love, forever and amen. She is in India building houses in an area devastated by the tsunami and playing with children. She's good at that sort of thing, playing with children. I'm not sure about the houses.

It isn't just that her side of the bed is empty, or that her toothbrush is missing. There has been no moping or aimless wandering. I have been very busy, my friends are very hospitable, and I have a tendency to get completely absorbed in whatever I'm doing. Yet strangeness remains.

What I see clearly, as I sit on the living room floor, shoes and worn socks scattered about the floor, guitar and case at the foot of the sofa, a book open on its arm, is this business of two becoming one flesh isn't just about sex--it's soul and it's spirit. This isn't news to me, and I'm not surprised by it. It's just that now, while she is eight-thousand miles away, I can feel it like the ring on my finger. And as it stands, I'm half-me until Sunday, sleeping in a half-home.

I can't wait to see her.

posted by Cameron Lawrence at 22:50