My Husband, My Friend

Mr. Wonderful is an absolute saint. We had the discussion a few weeks ago, around our anniversary, that after 5 years of marriage, we still are not tired of being around each other. We still look forward to coming home every night and getting to see the other, talk to the other, hug the other. But today my heart is breaking. It is temporary, but, nonetheless, it is breaking. Mr. Wonderful left today for five days. He has gone on another work trip to Boca. Now I know that he was looking forward to it. He has not stopped talking about this steak house that he and Justin ate at every day three years ago when they were there for two weeks. He even booked their hotel directly across the street from the steak house, so they could take full advantage of it. But for some reason, this trip is affecting me more than the others did. I have been absolutely sobbing all morning long. I caused everyone else to cry this morning during the goodbyes. I have been a baby today. This is the first trip he has been on since I have been working. That means, that I still have to get up and go to work, but have to get all three kids ready for school, get them to my sister to be dropped off, get them all picked up, dropped off the places that they need to go in the evenings, go to school myself, supper cooked, kids bathed, etc. But that is not even what I am worried about. He kept saying, "I'll be back. I promise." But he can't promise that. I have allowed worry that something will happen to him to compromise my rationality. I allow thoughts to creep into my head of the phone call that I would receive if something happened to him. And thoughts of what life would be like, how miserable I would be, if he did not return. I know that God is protecting him. I know this. I know this. But he is the person that I think of first when I need to tell something to--like when these idiots at school do something stupid. I need to talk to him every night. Not only to know that he is okay, but because he is my best friend and I absolutely cannot, will not, go a day without hearing his voice.