Blake the trucker

Today, Blake has been gone for 3 weeks, driving in North Dakota. On Tuesday October 18 Blake took his driving test and received his commercial driver’s license. That day his brother called and asked if he wanted to leave for North Dakota that Thursday, October 20. Two and a half weeks sounded like forever, but we both decided it is what’s best for our family right now.

I had done it. . . only 3 days until Blake would come back. Then Friday, Nov. 4 we were talking that night like we did every night. Blake tells me that they had asked him to stay another two weeks. He was good and told them that he had to make sure I would be okay. Let me add that I had done a very good job at staying strong, but when he told me I could not do it, I had to cry. We discussed it for a while and I told him I would give him an answer by morning.

I was staying at my parent’s house that weekend, so when my mom came into my room and found me crying she was there to comfort me. She let me take a bath in her big jetted tub, where I listened to music and cried my eyes out. I went to sleep okay (probably from crying) but I woke up at 4 am and could not go back to sleep. After thinking about it and figuring everything out I just knew that logically, it only made sense that he stayed out there.

Luckily, Blake will be home November 21 (the day before our three year anniversary). Blake assured me it would be the best anniversary ever, because we will not have seen each other for a month. I have done a pretty good job at making this sob story about me. Blake is living in the back of a truck, eating who knows what, getting a small amount of sleep. I am so thankful for a husband who would sacrifice so much to provide for his family. This experience has made me really appreciate all that Blake does, and how important companionship is. 

 

Also. . . Blake has not shaved for 3 weeks, stay tuned for a picture. . .