When Dad is away

When my husband is gone, things are a tad too stressful for me. Maybe its because he is so much help. Maybe its because he's such a nice person. Maybe, its all this and the fact that he sets such a Christ-like example that I am a better person when he is around. Hmmm...no maybe there-that is the reason.
My kids ask, "When is Dad gonna call tonight? When he does, I wanna tell him about my Math test. I wanna tell him about my whole day! I need his help with my Algebra." Because no one wants MY help with Algebra. My son sighed, " I just miss him..." Even the dog sleeps more when Dad is away.
There is an immeasurable sense of calm in our home when Dad is in it. Nothing really bothers Mr. "I am phlegmatic personified" so nothing really bothers me. Much. Things run smoother, little jobs are done sooner and even the food tastes better. I like to cook but he is the Seasoning Chef. I don't have to fool with the trash and dog duty is cut in half.
Maybe most importantly I have another adult to talk to. Its fun to talk to my best friend about my day and hear how his went. I like getting his opinion on a new outfit and love his support on something I've written. I appreciate his honesty in all things good, bad and ugly. Most-most of all, I miss him. I may be prejudiced, but he has beautiful eyes that smile at me, hands that are always reaching to hold mine and nice teeth. Wait, last comment made it sound like I was shopping for a horse. His smile lights up every corner of a room when a gloomy shadow has hung in it far too long. Yes, that's the sentiment I was looking for.
Welcome home honey-you have been sorely missed by the people who love you most!