My wife is gone right now. She’s spending a couple weeks, with our girls, back home in Alabama and Florida. She wanted to go home for some time this summer and decided to do so in conjunction with the convention so she wouldn’t be by herself while I’m gone.
I’ll be honest with you guys. I’m pitiful without my wife and my girls. I hate being home alone. In the week they’ve been home I’ve been gone, on average, from 8am to 11pm each day on purpose. I don’t like staying by myself. What’s even worse, however, is that I’m not altogether capable of taking care of myself without her. For instance, other than one semester when we first met in college, I’ve never even had to do my own laundry. She has done it for me since we were dating. I also am lousy at feeding myself. This is partly due to the fact that I don’t really eat much, or all that often, and partly because I’m generally incompetent in the kitchen. So, in order to preserve my health, if you open my refrigerator right now, Tracy has prepared my meals for each day she’s gone, complete with drinks and snacks and labeled each one so that I know which day to eat them. I don’t even have to think about that. I just have to heat, and eat!
All that being said, I love my wife. I always love her, but there is truth in the statement that “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” So, if you read this babe, know that I love you and I miss you a ton right now! You’re my hero!!