After 30 years at a large food company, my husband, RBK, is retiring at age 54!! Now, before you start groaning about how lucky he is, let me to explain how rough this has been. Many times I've wondered whether I'd still have a husband when this day arrives in early March 2013. Moving 8 times, airline travel, missing important kid's activities, long commute, longer hours, shutting branches, hiring and firing, 300 emails a day. He's been drenched, wrung out, spun dry and...I get the remainder. Ha! He is going to be a new man when this trip is over and he's all mine.
We have been recreating our life together over the past year by selling the family home and moving to a lake house. Although it's a newish home, we've made many changes since moving here in June 2012. We've grown closer as we put our signatures on the new place. I'm watching the subtle changes in him as he begins to unplug from the relentless work schedule and place more focus on his life at home and with me. For this reason, I felt good about agreeing to this trip. There have been naysayers. "Six weeks on the road with your husband? Won't you go crazy?" No, I won't. We're a team and we're very compatible. He convinced me to leave the family house and it was a good decision. He wants to do this road trip and I'm all in. It's another good decision. He makes good decisions when it comes to this stuff. I like his ideas, so I bought about a hundred books describing the places we're planning to visit. I've made reservations at some spots and promised him we could wing it for other places. I'm a planner. He's spontaneous. We're meeting in the middle and enjoying compromise.
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