Dan has been gone for 3 weeks. I was looking through his Instagram feed at all his beautiful travel photos and I got a little sad. For two reasons. One: because we've been apart for so long, and, Two: because I really like to travel.
I have to remind myself that he's not on vacation. When he's on tour he's working. He's not sight-seeing and relaxing. He's driving and playing shows and not much else. He's missing out on what's happening here, mundane as it may seem. I can feel the hurt when he calls me while BB is laughing and playing and giving me kisses and we all want more than anything for him to be with us.
In all honesty, I've survived this 3-week tour just fine. I've endured a broken dryer, a check-engine light, some stuff stolen from our car, a 40+ hour work weekend, a broken doorknob and cleaning out the basement for guests -- by myself. Not too shabby. I am just so ready for him to be home so that we can start posting pictures of each other on Instagram... among other things. I'm getting the hang of this road widow thing yet.