I have an amazing, hot wife. And I miss her. It’s been twenty-two days so far and I still have a few days before I get to see her. We are having a great time on this tour and there are so many friendships that I are being created and cultivated, but there is still a part of me that is separate from the tour. A part of me is home, with my wife and my boys.

Every day I am amazed at how she is keeping things together at home. Dealing with crazy children that smash crackers on each others heads, spilling things on the carpet, demanding things every minute, and still finds time to email me every night and call me when she can. There is no way that I could handle being out here as long as I have without her interest in keeping me connected. She tells me stories about her day, funny things the boys are doing and makes me feel like I am a part of what is going on there.

I don’t deserve such an amazing woman. Even now, part of me is sleeping next to her… the other part is awake… in Boise… typing…