Here's the funny thing...this used to be our normal. He played in a band for years and spent the majority of any given month on the road. The first few years I traveled with him but then stayed home when we began to "be fruitful and multiply". That life was great, we loved it, but it was also very hard. You see, I really, really, like this guy a lot. I prefer to be with him, doing life together, as often as possible.
Although I am a fully complete woman in Christ, there is certainly something missing about me when he is gone. I am a different person when he's not around. Not quite as fun, not quite as relaxed, not quite as happy. And of course there are a few little people around here who will be much better behaved when daddy arrives home.
