Us

Us

I had expected that after the birth of my daughter, I would miss ‘me’. My independence, my body, my time, my sleep. In fact, I missed what I missed more was us; my husband and I. Our time together, our independence as a couple.  It felt like we were floating adrift from each other; two kayaks tied together, floating along and occasionally knocking into each other.  Becoming ‘us’ had seemed quite easy. I guess the beginning always is easy. There were pub dates and meals we cooked at our respective…