GL messaged me when he arrived back in DC.  I wrote him back that I couldn’t stop the tears, but my IPhone kept auto-correcting to years. It made me smile ruefully; I couldn’t stop either tears or years. And that seems to be the story of my life since I married and moved to Switzerland. The fabric of my life is joyful, but each separation is heart-rending. It tears this happy whole of my life into far-flung components and it takes me a moment to weave it all back together again, allowing, once again, the elasticity of love to bind us together across the ocean.