Do you remember those dorky postcards?

The ones that you get while toiling away in your stupid job. A family member or friend is on a cool vacation somewhere and you get one of these in the mail...

They have exotic looking stamps and post marks from far away countries, the writing is blurred from being in the mail for a week. The writing on the bottom is always cut off with that weird barcode they stamp on the bottom of the card.

I like taking vacations, I need to do it more often, but I'm never gone long enough to justify a post card. No one misses me in just a few days. And with the invention of the cell phone, it's almost like no one is ever gone. I could call you from the top of the Empire State Building and for all you know I could be in my bathroom.

We need real-time video phones. Take note Verizon!

So I got to thinking... and this is completely in the opposite direction when talking about vacations... but instead of wishing YOU were somewhere, I find myself wishing I was somewhere...

Here to be exact...



Yes... I wish I was in bed right now. Next to my warm and beautiful wife. Next to her softness. Next to her scent. Her snores, her micro-dreams. Her terrified awakenings when I move or cough or scratch my arm. It's cute.

I reach over in the middle of the night and I can feel her next to me. I roll over and see her pretty smile when we wake up. I hear her voice greeting me from my slumber. She sometimes reaches over and scratches my arm, or chest, or face... truly the best feeling ever.

For a moment all is good. However short-lived. I need to get up and get ready for work. Yuck. I must leave the warm bed, I must leave my beautiful wife as she returns to sleep. I shower and get dressed. Sometimes she's awake when I leave, other times she's sound asleep.

I always take a few moments to look at her, fill my head with all she is before I leave her for nearly 10 hours a day. I have three pictures of my wife here at work... but it's not enough.

I wish I was there, babe. I love you.

-Jeff