On Monday, I took my wife and daughter to the airport to visit family down in Houston, TX. It’s my sister-in-law’s 40th birthday soon, and they’re off to celebrate it with her. To save money for a summer trip I’m planning to do, and no thanks to “odd” situations at work, I hesitantly decided not to go with them.
And I miss them terribly. I felt so guilty as I watched them, all smiles and excitement, go through customs and security without me. My daughter was so excited, as was my wife. But I know that they wished I was going too. And I certainly wish I did go.
I’m a very active and protective husband/father, and I’m certainly feeling out of place being on my own. I’m missing the discussions and quiet time with my wife, the bath time with my daughter, the family suppers. I miss my wife on the spin bike next to my bike on the trainer. Tonight, I’ll miss my wife’s pretty face at kickboxing as her look says “I’ll kick your ass too, buddy!”
You don’t really appreciate all you have until it’s gone. I’m taking this experience as a gentle reminder of how lucky I am to have two such wonderful girls in my life.
So honey, if/when you read this, just know that I’m always thinking of you two, and I can’t wait until your back. And I’ll apologize in advance if I tail you like a lost puppy on your return.