My fisherman is growing up

You know, the best thing about being a fishing widow or a hunting widow is that sometimes your husband comes back to you. Usually, this is when you least expect it. And then you realize you aren't really a widow after all.

Tonight, just before dinner, my husband went off as usual with his friend to go do some fishing for an hour. I didn't have a problem with it. He's been doing solo duty this week while DS is on spring break. So who was I to begrudge him an hour or so by himself.

He returned within a half hour -- a personal record for him. He said he felt guilty going, knowing I was home and knowing I wanted to spend time with him and DS. He said he should have taken us fishing or just taken a stroll on the beach together.

I almost cried. It was sooo sweet.

But, I had to tell him, I think it's good that he gets out with a buddy to fish. He needs the break every now and then. Even though I complain on this blog, I know fishing is good for him. It gets him out and he can relax. But I do have to say, it was nice to hear him say he missed me.