Our fluff sitting adventures. My obsession.

So I'm waiting for Joseph to come back home from his "meeting" with the boys.  They're all planning their hiking and camping trip for the end of the summer.  It's been hard for me (being that I have an obsession with Joseph that I can't begin to describe) to imagine him gone for three days.  Need I remind you that I haven't been away from him for longer than about 6 hours straight since we got married.  It kind of tears me up thinking I'll have to go to bed alone, wake up alone and eat alone.  The thought that he could get hurt somewhere in the forest or drown in that stupid river makes me want to shrivel up and die.  Even though I'm completely aware that he's done more dangerous things and survived, it scares me to think I won't have him here.  But amongst the fears there is a glimmer of happiness, I know that even if something did happen to him that we have been sealed together in the temple.  I know that we will be together for all time (a time that is much longer than this 80 or so years of life we have here).  I'm also aware that hiking and camping are the things that make Joseph the happiest and I want nothing more than for him to be happy.  It seems like an easy thing  - let him go on his trip - he'll be happy and I'll be happy, we'll be together forever, what's the problem?  I suppose there isn't one.  Perhaps the separation anxiety I have is one that will decrease once we're actually separated for a time, even though I know it will probably never really go away.

Eh, it'll give me some time to watch a season or two of M*A*S*H.  Oh how I love that show.  And I can eat what I want - and that will include meals that contain a box of stuffing mix and Ben and Jerry's ice cream.  Yes.  That sounds nice.  Yay for ice cream!  While I digress to a single lifestyle for a few days I might as well whip out a tea party with my stuffed animals.