My husband is currently in Cozumel on a scuba diving trip with his dad and brother. They used to do this together as a family (not in Cozumel), but this is the first time in more than ten years that they've been able to go. It's something that I want Kevin to get to do, even though I myself am scared of scuba diving. Actually, it's drowning that scares me more than scuba diving. But still, I'm glad that he gets to go.
The fact that he can't call me everyday is hard, though. Kevin and I talk to each other about anything and everything all the time, so this break in our communication is weird. It does make me miss him even more, so I guess that's a good thing. Over our ten and a half years of marriage, we have each had times when we had to leave town, and we both agree that it's much harder to be the one who is left behind. And it isn't necessarily because the one at home has to be a single parent for a few days. I guess it's that the one doing the leaving most likely has some things that can serve as diversions, whereas the one left at home is still in the normal routine of things . . . minus their best friend.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," I suppose. But I think I'd rather just have him at home with me.
I love you, Kevin, and I hope that you are safe and having a wonderful time! Hurry home to me!!!