Time is of the essence...

I have come to the realization today that the time spent with my husband is precious and I take it for granted. Shane just started working graveyard shifts from 12-8:30am five days a week. At first I thought, This will be okay, when Shane is working I will be sleeping and when I am working Shane will be sleeping, we will still see each other from the usual hours of 5-11pm, no worries. Well that has seemed to work just fine; however, my dog has permanently taken over Shane's side of the bed, and as of recently, has tried to convince me of it being his bed as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge each night, I don't get surprise lunch visits from Shane because he is passed out due to exhaustion, I can't call him during the day just to say hey for fear of putting a damper on his sleep time, my gym time has fickled to practically nothing so that I can spend as much time with him as possible, and weekends, (what are weekends?) we won't have those anymore. Needless to say, we've got to get used to this arrangement. One things for sure, I definitely won't take time for granted anymore.