I drove away from him with tears in my eyes. Instead of spending Thanksgiving together as a family, Tate had to stay behind and work. Hours were spent strategizing, trying to figure out a way for him to come with us, but with the weight of responsibility sitting firmly on his shoulders we knew that he had to stay behind.
It wasn’t the same eating and celebrating Thanksgiving without him. We talked on the phone a few times during the day, but I missed his silliness, his love of Redi-Whip on pumpkin pie, arguing about the edibility of pecan pie, and him.
I woke up to his picture this morning, taken from high atop his deer stand, catching a few hours for himself before going back into work. It made me miss him even more.
Aww hun ((hugs))
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I must ask, what is a deer stand? Sorry you guys were apart for a holiday
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That stinks! Sounds like your husband has a very demanding job. It must be tough. When I worked at the law firm I swore I didn’t know how any of the associates had families since they worked so much (most of them didn’t). I hope you guys can be back together soon!
I’m so sorry…
Hope you all get to spend lots of extra time together during Christmas break!
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Ness, a deer stand is something you put up high in a tree where a hunter sits and waits.
oh hon, I am so sorry that work has stolen him away for a holiday. If they try to steal him for Christmas I may have to come down there and kick his work in the toosh for you.
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That bites – that he’s had to work on the Holiday. No two ways about it.
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Aw, that sucks. But nice he was able to get a little deer time in for him, since he had to work on Thanksgiving!
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My husband worked on Thanksgiving, too. We didn’t have our dinner until almost 8 p.m., but at least we had it with him.
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[...] just a wild guess, but I think Tate might have missed us while we were gone. [...]