Maternal instincts already...? Nah.

There are times in my life where I really regret how full I've allowed it to get. It seems like I'm always going. There's always something to be done or something due or somewhere to be. I remember fondly the days of summer where it seemed like I had all the time in the world. I guess what this stems from is James dropped into work today. He did it just to say hi. It's amazing how much isn't said with him. It's all in a look, in a glance, in the way he picks his words. In some ways it bothers me. In other ways it makes the little gestures so much more. He's been sick these past few days and I'm surprised that he made the effort. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen him a while but I really wanted to just put my arms around him and hold him. I didn't obviously as we were in the middle of the store and that wouldn't have worked. But you know when you're with someone and you just have this overwhelming desire to kiss them? It was like that. I just wanted to take care of him. It's weird. I'm usually not maternal in that sense. I'd be happy just spending the evening sitting with him watching TV. I guess you learn to appreciate the little things because they end up meaning so much.