Did you know that Jude's going to Italy this summer? Did I forget to mention that? Yeah, I don't really like to talk about it (or in this case write about it) because it's a reality that I'm not sure I'm ready for...
He leaves in a week and will be gone for 5 1/2 weeks. Yuck.
He's teaching a summer course there and while he's gone I'll divide his trip in three by trying to stay in Starkville for a while, Sulphur for a while, and New Iberia for a while. But, he sure is gonna be gone a while...
And even though I'm so excited that he accepted the opportunity, (which was hard because he knew we wouldn't be able to pay for me to go along because a house, who's address shall remain nameless, still has a For Sale sign chillin' in the front yard...), and even though I know that I'll have awesome help from my parents, my in-laws, and my friends, I'm going to miss him. That word miss seems a bit lacking.
But I'll miss his affection, his help, and his humor.
I'll miss my husband, the father of my children, and best friend.
(And I'll miss the camera, too, but on a much lesser scale)
I mean, watch this video. Wouldn't you miss this if it was yours?
I'm thinking about getting thirty-nine 5 Hour Energy drinks, one for each day that he's gone, just so I can "do this."
And so now you know he's leaving. I'll try my hardest over the next month and a half to not whine, complain, or vent too much. Key words: try, and too much...