Usually when he goes out of town, I'm still able to communicate with him. He has what we like to call a 'Crackberry'...because it's addictive...but if you don't know, it's really a BlackBerry. It's a cell phone that allows you access to the internet and email. So even if I can't speak to him on the phone, I'm able to send him a message...and get one back more often than not.
It has been a real drag to not have contact with him whenever I wanted it. See, I'm married to my best friend. Really. And there are things that would've been shared with him had we had more time. His crackberry didn't work in Estonia...and phone calls were super expensive. We emailed a little. And we were able to do some instant messaging on Saturday.
But it's just not the same.
It's not the same as having longer phone calls. Or face-to-face conversations. Or hugs and kisses.
I am ready for him to be home.
And he's on his way!
He has to stop in Paris (tell me again why I didn't go on this trip??), but he won't be in the best area to do anything...not to mention that he'll only be there for a couple of hours. Or so he says...hee!
He'll go from Paris to Minneapolis, where I once got stuck, so I'm hoping that his plane makes it home as scheduled.
My honey will be home soon...
Ella has perfected the Fish Face...she can't wait to show her daddy.
Evan...uh...really doesn't grasp the happenings.
They are prepared with Father's Day gifts.
I am prepared with a sunburn on my back that could really use some aloe.
Oh the things you need a husband for...
Bring on the hubby...