We are both coming and going, it feels like constant motion and mostly passing back and forth, sometimes travelling together, only a little time to stop and rest in each other. But mostly it's good. He nudges in the right places at the right times to keep us both fueled.
Me pushed to my knees to start his day for him, then the clover clamps, then bent over the end of the bed for him to finish the start to his day. And me left with a focus on him woven subtly in with all the rest of my thoughts and business of the day.
No more big blanket at night, just a thin quilt that leaves me almost warm enough but not quite: so i seek his warmth all night, and he wraps himself around me - we both stay with each other all night instead of wandering off to be just beside each other.
And his taking care of things that need doing, because he is actually home that day, and he can, and it lets me be at work uninterrupted.
These things keep me going, they keep me balanced, and they keep us - well - they keep us as "us" even when we are mostly passing back and forth.