sleepless
David is gone in Omaha with the band. It’s the first time he’s gone since being married. It’s an odd feeling him not sleeping next to me, not brushing our teeth together, or kissing each other goodnight. I better get use to it because there will be many more weekends of this and then come summer, weeks and weeks of not seeing him. It’s one of those things when you marry a person who travels for a living. Going to bed is so hard when he’s not next to me.
