Living away

The things we sometimes have to do for our families. It's so tough having to travel 340 miles each way Monday and Friday and stay with a brother in between those days while working. It's just not the same sleeping in a strange bed four nights a week, and only being able to talk by phone and then only after work is over. At least the trip back down seems shorter as I eagerly anticipate an eager greeting from the wife and daughter as I step through the door upon arrival in St. George. How prepared am I; what won't I do for my two favorite people in the world? On Monday I ended up going through three big storms. The first one began ten miles south of Cedar City and I didn't emerge til fifteen miles north of Cove Fort. I had a near spin-out on the notorious black ice and the snow sometimes being so blinding that sometimes I limped along at 20 mph til I finally could see a bit further down the road. I went through two more storms around Filmore and Nephi before hitting clear sailing at Santaquin. What a trip!! Now you see why we want to sell; to avoid this crazy commute! This is much more meaningful work and the hours are better so we can plan events better, but we still face the big "S" obstacle. I love my wife and daughter and miss them while I'm away. Prayers aren't the same over the phone. I pray every day we can all soon live in this new location. Oh, to all of you Wal-mart shoppers out there, when you buy something just remember who may have loaded it onto the truck that delivered it to your local store.