Dear you,
I was so disappointed I missed you on line yesterday.

It’s ironic, the one night I’m not on the computer for a couple of hours and you were able to get on.
The girls and I watched Bride Wars but don’t worry, I checked, it was PG and I fast-forwarded on anything that you’d have found inappropriate.

I repeatedly told them what you said: THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DATE UNTIL – NEVER.

Since you left, I’ve tried to do a better job of separating my work and kids time. Seems to be working well, I kind of enjoyed Bride Wars. You would have hated it more than the desert, I think.

I miss you terribly, most often when the girls are asleep and I think about one of your little annoying habits, or about our bed that’s become way too big since you left, the sheets cold and pulled compulsively tight around the sides of the matress.

You said in your email that you’re lonely and miss the kids, especially rubbing Bubu’s soft belly. I’m sorry. We miss you too.

I can’t believe the plastic around your glasses melted! I mean how hot does it have to be for that?

I tried to picture you in the desert in what I imagine your quarters, or common area, but I have no idea what it really looks like. It’s so far from us.

I don’t even know if you can access my blog – you probably can’t – but I thought I’d try it anyway just in case you can get on a computer and see that sometimes I do write nice things about you.

I love you and can’t wait for you to be home. That day seems so far away but I will be counting down till we can hug you again.

Love
Your crazy, but most fun Italian wife