Naoto’s back from two weeks in Japan.
I get into this mental space when he’s gone for a long time. It’s kind of like a “well if I’m alone, then I’ll be alone” kind of thing. Like missing him would be too painful or something. So I don’t think about him much and try to plan things long term as if he wouldn’t be there.
Then he comes home and its hard to get back into that “there’s another pair of hands” mentality.
But right now he’s wrapping the girls into burritos and throwing them on our futons. They are laughing in a way they never laugh with me.
I’m laughing in a way I never laugh without him. It’s nice.
I like it when he’s here.