I am officially pathetic!

OK, so last week, Ken came home from running errands and was suddenly 8-years-old wanting to talk to me.  He informed me that his best friend from New York, Mike, had called to invite him to Kentucky.  I made the mistake of asking what the heck is in Kentucky that he would make him want to go.  Short of jumping up and down, Ken informed me that there is The Bourbon Trail.  

So, being the "most wonderful wife in the world" that I am, I tell him to go for it.  Apparently, this has been on Mike's "bucket list," and the only reason that it wasn't on Ken's was because he didn't know about it.

We spent the week getting all of his laundry done, getting all the information that was available for him - such as taking a limo rather than driving, and the various stops that would be best.   Ken felt that he was ready to go even though we had an unexpected San Diego trip over the weekend.

I drove Ken down to LA so we could run some errands since we were going to be there.  We got some shopping done and even had time to stop in and see our friends Jeff and Brie for an hour. He was totally excited about this trip, and he was doing all that he could to keep himself contained.  I, however, was losing my mind. As much as I wanted Ken to go on this trip to hang out with a good friend of his and be somewhere that is awesome for him, I didn't want him to be away from me.

So, I drove into LAX and found Terminal 5 for him.  I pulled up to the curb and made sure that no one could zip in and hit us.  He leaned over and deeply kissed me goodbye, and it took every fiber in my being to let him go and tell him to have a good time.  We told each other "I love you" and we swore we would miss each other.  Ken got his suitcase out of the trunk, and waved "I love you" and then went into the Terminal.

I pulled away from the curb, looked at him through the glass and then drove off before a crazy LA driver lost his mind at me.  

Then, the pathetic part of me took over.  I HAD TO CALL HIM BEFORE I LEFT THE AIRPORT!  We texted for a while - all really cute, lovey-dovey, make-other-people-gag type of stuff and he talked to me for most of my drive home.  I was really happy for him that there was a Military/First Class line, so he breezed through Security, but then I was disappointed because I could have spent more time with him.

When I got home, I was completely exhausted from all of the traveling, and I managed to haul my things into the house.  Just as I was going to call Ken to let him know I had gotten home safely, he called me and said that he was boarding the plane.  I was crushed!  I had wanted to get home and actually talk to him, to hear his voice a little longer.  

I went to bed, but I could not sleep.  I tossed and turned, I would wake up looking for Ken and then remember he was gone which made it impossible to go back to sleep.

This morning, I got out of bed and started my day.  I talked to my brother, I took care of emails, and then I remembered that my phone no longer rings because I dropped it too many times.  Sure enough, Ken had sent me text messages, so I berated myself because I missed the opportunity to talk with him.  

I relished each and every phone call.  As with past experiences of separate travel, I have learned that I do not seem to fully breathe without Ken.  I hate that I am completely pathetic when he's not with me, but at the same time, I love that I miss him so very much when he's gone.  

While I have no doubt that I would be completely able to function without Ken, but there is no way that I would want to!

As a post script, here is a picture that Ken uploaded of his trip with Mike:

And, having seen the picture that he uploaded, I miss him more!  Again, I am completely pathetic!