We move quite often, but we move as a family. Each new situation is one Julia adores, vs. Myself who has the worst feeling about every contenent. If you asked me why I had a love for her that would be it, my answer that is.
We arrived in France this morning and as I watched her expression about our newest estate, she was utterly thrilled! I decided it would be best to meet her on the inside as I picked up the bags. Her answer to my proposition was a childish run towards the door.
I laughed every moment we spent together and this tiny one was no different.Shaking my head, I collected our things in the back of the car.
I had left her alone for 30 minutes... how could she be gone? This was my question today as I placed the bags on the table.
"Julie?" My voice rang through the beautiful archetecture of the home.
"Jules?" Still nothing... I decided it was time to start my search as I waltzed into the kitchen area. I could tell by the sorted dishes she had brushed by here like the wind.
Searching the rest of the basement started with a playful sort of take on me. I felt her game gave some fun to our sudden move... however, as I finished in the dining room, a sudden rush came over me.
She had to be there somewhere... my thoughts blurred as I rushed up the staircase. My panic spread through my entire body as I franticlly searched for my wife. I walked... to a sudden sprint... until finally I was running, fearing for her life.
The world was a blur now... she was all I had... I... and there she was. Sitting with some book she picked up at the airport. She looked very simple in her spot.
Her ankles crossed at just the perfect angle as her elbows relaxed on the flowered blanket which she had just made fit onto the bed. I must have looked like a crazed maniac in her eyes, for it was just then that I had a chance to glance at myself in the bedroom mirror.
My eyes stared back at me with a tense bloodshot glare while my hair stood tall and my glasses slept on the hardwood. I was fortunate enough to find Julia was to captivated in this book to even notice I was in the same house let alone same room.
"Julia..." she contiued to stare at the thin literature but I found then I couldn't be more wrong on what she had been holding. She looked up... tears flowing down her cheeks. Every ounce of joy had been sucked up dry. It was a letter from home.
