I am in love with a man who is always on the road. About five days a week, unless it is harvest season for his company’s deal with Ocean Spray. Then he could be on the road all week, spending his 36 hour reset in his truck before starting all over again. If he makes it home for his reset of 36 hours, it might not be to see me, but his 11 year old daughter.

We talk all the time on the phone. We send messages. We connect as often as he is in cell range. Lots of, I love you. I miss you.

Last year when he started this job we were only a month into dating. So him being on the road and sporadic meeting for dates wasn’t as difficult. We were still getting to know each other. The fact that we weren’t always in each other’s presence was not a big a deal. It made us really take the time to get to know each other in phone interactions and make the date count when we saw each other.

Now we have been together for a year. We are working on moving in together. We are in such a good place. We love each other. We trust each other. We want to spend time together. Our kids love each other.

So my boyfriend is a truck driver. It means I have to be independent, sleep alone most nights, do all the things as a single mother, even though I have a partner, and sometimes that sucks.

Is it worth it? Absolutely! I wouldn’t sit and wait for just any man. My boyfriend is kind, funny, smart, generous, a good listener, communicator, role model, sexy, good in bed, hard working, and the right person for me. He proved that last week in his encouragement to push me to step out of my comfort zone and try for something I didn’t know I wanted. He was willing to change his work schedule, job description, and be there for me and my kids.

I love you, Kevin. I can’t wait till I get to hug you and lay next to you.