My wife is in New York City this weekend…It was the only thing she asked for when she got back from Pakistan, to spend a weekend alone without the pressures of the house, the family, or anything else. Just to be free and alone for a single weekend. Honestly, it killed me that she wanted to do that. Of course, being the outgoing person that I am, I don’t understand wanting to be alone. I’ve been alone for the better part of the past five months and I’ve felt like a basket case the vast majority of that time. I wanted her to want to come and spend a weekend with me but that wasn’t what she wanted. So, after fighting against myself for a long time, last weekend I bought her a hotel, airfare, Broadway package. She got to see The Lion King Friday night and today she visited the Statue of Liberty and ground zero. She’s been to Times Square, Central Park and several other of the famous places to see when you’re in NYC. Of course, I’m losing my mind because I don’t trust the safety of the Big Apple. I want her safe and sound at home with the kids until we’re all together again. It feels unnatural to be this way but I just can’t help myself. She’s having a good time though and that’s all that really matters. She’s the love of my life and if I can’t be with her, the least I can do is everything in my power to give her a few moments of happiness between all the hustle and bustle of getting ready to move. Here’s a picture of her with the NYC skyline in the background…

I love you dear.