01/23/2026
I remember my wife missing me during the season — and understanding anyway.
Long days turned into longer nights. Dinners got cold. Plans got pushed. There were weeks where work came first, whether we liked it or not.
She never complained. She knew what the season meant. She knew it was temporary. And she knew I was doing the best I could to take care of everything that depended on me.
That kind of support doesn’t make the time away easier, but it makes it possible. When you’re out there late, cold, and exhausted, knowing someone has your back at home matters more than most people realize.
I don’t forget that. I never will.