The Glue . . .

I sit in my hotel room and look at this picture.

Each night, I call home. DrChako is good enough to put the boys on speaker. Its a chorus of "I love yous" and "thrown" hugs, and "thrown" kisses, punctuated by the occasional "nom", as the boys think its funny when we threaten to "nom" each other when we get back.

They still sound happy. We are about to disrupt their young lives once again. And yet, they still smile.

I realize each day that one of the big reasons for their attitude . . . well, is his attitude. He's been a rock for the last few months. When I lost my job, his first and only response was a big hug. When I got my new job offer, I never heard a single protest about moving, even though it meant more uncertainty for him. When I accepted, he was almost as proud as if he'd gotten the offer himself. When I talk to HIS friends and colleagues, they congratulate ME on my new position. This week, he flys down to interview for a job. Which might actually reduce his personal income.

But right now, he's home. Keeping the house neat enough for prospective buyers. Completing my "honey do" lists. Holding down the home front. And keeping my boys happy.

Sometimes change puts stress on a relationship. For whatever reason, this one seems to be moving our family closer together.

Maybe its because my hubby is the glue. The superglue, really.

Thanks, honey.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife