My RockI'm dealing with a lot right now.
My work has been draining me. Pulling me in too many directions. Keeping me from focusing on what is most important. Making me feel like I really don't know what I'm doing....
Then you call me. You ask me how I am, and want a genuine answer, not the standard, "I'm fine." I vent, and rant. You listen and offer assurances that I am really not incompetent. You make me laugh. I need to laugh. Laughter makes the insecurities fade away, if only for a moment.
I know you'll be home tonight, but still. I miss you.