How fortunate am I? I am in a job I absolutely love. I don’t ever wake up dreading the day or feel as if I can be doing something else more fulfilling. I get to see and experience places I never thought imaginable. San Francisco, Salt Lake City, and Minneapolis among others and while in those cities I have seen LeBron play against the Nuggets, the Oakland A’s play at their home park of the Oakland Coliseum, and even took in a college football game at the Air Force Academy. When Tiffany and I met, none of this was even in my thoughts or dreams. We have been more fortunate in the last few years to see and experience things many don’t experience in a lifetime.
I would give it all up in a heartbeat though not to go through the terrible feeling each time my phone rings with Tiffany’s name on the caller ID. Don’t get me wrong, my long weeks on the road would not be bearable if I couldn’t talk with her and get updates about how Parker made her laugh that day. But my angst right now is that I am not going to be by her side if something goes wrong.
Without even being conscious of it at the time, when we met (or she found me as she likes to point out), I was drawn to her for her resolve and vigor. She does not NEED me, nor has she ever and that is what I respect most about her. But the call I received last June while in Denver, that something had gone wrong…that call still makes me sick inside even today to recall how helpless I felt. I was not there to hold her and tell her things would be okay. I would not have changed the outcome but I would have felt better knowing that I was there to do the one and only thing I can do as a husband, stand by her side.
So the next several months will be spent with me taking my phone with me to the bathroom, into meetings, and anywhere else necessary. I long for the day that my anxiety turns to eagerness. While optimism is a quality I fully embrace, it has been difficult to draw on in these first few months. But I can, and must keep my thoughts on my original point…that I have a wonderfully strong wife that is more than capable of handling anything thrown her way.
E-I-G-H-T!?!?
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