We're heading into the final stretch. D's been gone for 4 weeks, and we're expecting him at the end of next week. His tour van skimmed down the west coast, dipped along the southern regions, plowed up the east shore and into Canada, then finally made the turn to head west and home to us.
We miss him, and find our own special ways to stay connected. A few weeks ago while we chatted one evening after I had put the kids to bed and he was making the ever-so-long drive from Tucson to Austin I pulled back the curtains to glance out the window. I noticed how big and beautiful the moon was, and cringed as
the theme song from the 1986 animated hit, An American Tail started playing in my head. I couldn't resist and asked D if he could see the moon, and he
could. We were looking at the same thing at the same time, and as tacky as it may seem, it really did bring him closer.
E loved hearing this when I told her the next morning and she's been dying to do the same thing over the phone but to no avail. It's either cloudy here or where her daddy is, or we just can't get
ahold of him before he takes the stage. So we wait, we video chat some mornings, we talk during the day, and I try to every once in a while shoot him a picture of the kids. We make it work. We wake up, take each hour as it comes, and then do it all over again the next day. It's too overwhelming to keep track of 'how much longer,' or even which city he's passing through. We just take it day by day and as the light dims each evening we keep our lookout for that moon.
