Lent - Day 33

Vernon is out of town, and before he went he left us with these:

The first time Vernon went out of town, he cried when he got back because we were supposed to be like Paul and Linda McCartney and never spend a night apart from each other (and because he especially missed the kids). It was very emotional stuff, people. Now, he goes out of town (to these chiropractic seminars and camps) about four or five times a year and it is totally not a big deal anymore. It is actually weird to think about how it was so emotional for us the first time.

I actually enjoy that he does all these things apart from me because when he comes back, he tells me all about it and it's really quite interesting hearing about what's going on within his chiropractic life and in the lives of all of his chiropractic friends. These are friends who I hardly even know in real life but feel like I know quite well in this story-telling life. I guess it is kind of akin to following somebody's blog, right?

Sometimes I feel left out, like when he comes home with goofy movies that he made with Dave's cell phone at the airport. It makes me think back to the times when WE used to make goofy movies at the airport. Or when he comes home with a video of him singing Under the Bridge in the van with a bunch of other people, and I am not there because I am here with the kids, and we are not singing Under the Bridge (although I should really teach it to them).