So it's 12:30 AM and My wife is texting me, wondering i I'm still up (I am). All I want to tell her is I love her and I miss her and please stop this. But it won't help. So I bite my tongue and try to figure out what to do. I hate this. All I want to do is be at home with my wife and children. I miss their smiles, laughter, hugs, kisses, support and a million other little things. But, it won't fix it. I'm a big believer in fixing things. I worked on cars for all my professional life. Fixing things is what I do. But, me fixing it, won't fix it. WE have to fix it. And to do that she has to want to. So, here I sit. Praying. Hoping. Believing.
M-34 W-31 2 S,11&11 1 D, 6 T 13 YEARS M 12 YEARS ILYBINILWY OCT. 2009 We are too close. All we see are smears of paint. The Lord sees the masterpiece He is painting.
