Jealous of Roger. Day 272.

Sometimes I was jealous of Roger, well envious maybe. He’s traveled the world and has been to places like Turkey, England, Italy, Malta, and I could go on. He had friends in the Marine Corps, experienced adventures like sky-diving and visits to Las Vegas, and was able to nap. A lot.

I was home with the boys always, and although I loved it, there were times I became a little envious, stir crazy, but what I didn’t think about much was the fact that he wanted to be in my place, too. He wanted nothing more than to stay home and be with us, and loved the minutes he was able to spend with his sons.

It’s all relative, I suppose, but what isn’t?

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