My best friend in the whole world came back home last night. She was away for almost a week helping her mother in Albuquerque. Her mother fell and broke her leg, had surgery to put it all back together and is now in a Rehab Hospital for a couple of weeks.
It never ceases to amaze me how much my wife does. Somehow I forget when she is around all the time. When she's gone, life just doesn't seem right, something vital is missing, even when stuff gets done that normally gets done.