This past week without my husband ya know what I missed the most? Actually it was 5 nights and 5 days, but anyhow…

I missed the ability to call him on his cell phone.

He was camp director at our church camp. The camp is in the mountains of Western PA and there is no cell phone signal except for an occasional AT&T signal – which we don’t have.

I’m so used to being able to leave him a voicemail, send him a text message, or just call. He’ll usually return the call within a half hour.

I know that people, and wives in particular, survived for years without cell phones, but I’m glad that my hubby and I have them.

The kids and I were reading Little House in the Big Woods and Pa was supposed to be home by dark, but didn’t make it because he thought the stump was a bear. Ma just got supper, put the kids to bed, and sewed. I guess the Lord knew what era is the best one for me to live in.

I have tried to back off on calling my husband. I practice restraint…occasionally. I don’t call and ask how to fix the computer anymore, where the cherished toy is, nor how I should do my hair. Kidding!

There were many other things I missed about him being gone for a week. It’s funny how much I do different. I actually watch the gas gauge and check the door locks when he’s out of town.

But now he’s home and I’m back to leaving the truck door hanging open, and not having a clue about the gas.