On the homefront
I can't wait to get home again. I have been spending the last two weeks in New Mexico and Texas, right around the El Paso area. With training of the new guy taking place this next week, I should be able to get home no later than next Sunday. I am grateful that my employer was able to find someone fairly quick after the first guy I was scheduled to train failed their background check shortly before I arrived, as I didn't find out until I was at the first site and asked my manager why I didn't have a trainee there.
Anyways, there has been very positive things going on these part two weeks. And I am not referring to politics. Lately, I have only been getting more and more disgusted with politicians and even the American people for what sheep they have become. Strangely, it was hearing about these unfaithful politicians that got me thinking some about the relationship I have with my wife. Believing that I might have some skill with the written word, I took the chance to write my wife several love letters. Don't worry, I won't quote any of them here. I was just wondering how many of these unfaithful spouses might have had a different outcome if they had devoted the time, money, and romance into their own marriage instead of outside the home. I figured I ought to take some more time, romance, and invest into my own wife. Since I don't have money and I am several states removed until my flight home, I figured an extra dose of romance and some more time on the phone wouldn't hurt. I think I wrote over four letters. Some very spiritual in content, some steamy, and all of them just for my wife. The only reason I am writing this is because someday, someone who is married might read this and realize that if one guy already married takes time to romance his wife, perhaps it is okay if they do the same. Maybe instead of men and women looking elsewhere for a soul mate, perhaps we will learn instead to invest the time, money, and effort to become soul mates with our chosen spouses.
Getting off the romance front, I am excited to go home and see my beautiful children at the end of the week. Annette, my wife, has told me that the twins are getting better at crawling. Apparently they now love chewing on any paper they find. Dillon might be showing signs of finally being interested in potty training at three and a half, and Jennilyn has decided that she's grown enough that she needs to sit in a normal chair instead of a booster-even though she has to kneel on those chairs in order to eat at the table like the rest of us. Dillon started a prayer while I have been gone too. My wife said he started, “Heavenly Father,” and then went into his children banter which we usually don't understand. I so wish I had been there. It would have been cool to let him finish and then all say, “Amen.” We actually let him do something similar a couple years ago it seems, but he couldn't even say “Heavenly Father” back then. It was cool experience then and I would have loved to have been there for this time. At least I got to hear about it.
Another interesting story I got to hear involved one of the twins. I forget which one, but I was told by Annette that our little daughter had crawled over to one of the foam chairs we have for the kids, Dillon and Jennilyn are the only ones old enough to actually sit in them so far. Well, our little baby girl was trying to pull herself up into the chair. The seat bottom actually sits on the floor, so it probably seemed reasonable to her. I didn't get to see it. Oh, it would have been a sight to see. Because the whole chair is foam with just a light fabric cover, her efforts to pull herself up into the chair was only tipping the chair over on top of herself. My wife told me that it was frustrating the little girl even though it was a precious site to behold.