The Mountain Man and I had a rough weekend last week. We had a lot of fun and stayed busy. We ate out (a rare luxury for us) visited with friends, went on a hike, and enjoyed a ride on the ferry and a drive through the peninsula.
Somehow though, we just weren’t connecting normally. We weren’t fighting, but things just weren’t normal. We had a loose connection.
Nothing was wrong, but in the cracks and spaces, things just felt off.
I guess it’s normal to have these kinds of waning periods. This post-partum marriage is a slightly warped reflection of what it used to be. It’s like looking into a mirror made of old, wavy glass. It’s you, just a little distorted.
I adore my Mountain Man, I can’t imagine my life without him. We work together so well, enjoy each other’s company, laugh at each other’s jokes. But after baby, our lives have changed. We can’t spontaneously do the things we’d dreamed of – at least not for a couple more years. We had had the luxury of time and focus and each other, and now our time and focus are shifted. We still have each other, and we still have time - just less, and more fragmented.
I have everything, even if I had nothing but the Pie and my Mountain Man. So I have to keep working through these strange days of loose connections, to make a point of connecting even when it feels awkward or forced, and just know that we’ll pull back into the normal soon enough. As long as I keep making a point to keep the love going, it won’t run out. Even when there’s an occasional loose connection.