I went to the gym this afternoon and towards the end of my workout, whilst lying on my back crunching away, I was, quite obviously, staring at the ceiling. Generic office style ceiling tiles, a stain here and there, but no colour, everyday and neutral.
The link may seem a little tenuous, but I realised that at times life can be a little without colour. It's not that it isn't good, that you aren't happy, but that the colours aren't so vibrant, perhaps that you don't feel quite as alive as you could. From there I realised that's what Lena is to me, she's colour. I know how wonderful my family, my home and my life here are, but the reality is that when she's around she colours my life like no-one else does.
Tomorrow we're having a girls breakfast, shopping and lunch day, then there's only one day left. The hardest part is that it doesn't feel like we've been apart for 7 years. It doesn't feel like they're visiting and I can't imagine how it's going to be when they're gone. I know for sure though, that it's going to take me quite a while to adjust to a life less colourful.
PS The pizza reference? Lena makes my dough into pizza??
PSS I've just noticed this is post 500!!