The last time I was away from my family for a few days was five years ago on a company trip to Las Vegas. I am back again in Las Vegas on another company trip for the weekend. This time my daughter is old enough to know that I will be gone for a few days and she doesn’t like it. None of us enjoy being apart, but it is what it is and it gives her some time to spend alone with her Dad which is something she will no doubt look back on with fond memories. The thing with traveling alone when married is you are constantly looking beside you to share sights and sounds with your best friend and they aren’t there. Walking through casinos without my husband to people watch with is not as much fun. The bad combovers and girls pouring out of their dresses are not as entertaining without being able to give a little look beside me to the one person who knows exactly what I am thinking about each and every one of them. I was missing him terribly last night, and then we walked into the House of Blues for dinner and I almost fell over.There on the stage was a twenty five year old version of my husband. The best part was he was playing cover songs of a lot of our favorite music. It was just this guy and his guitar singing the Beatles and Sublime and Jason Mraz covers. It made me feel very at home when I was feeling very far away and it was exactly what I needed to cure a little home sickness. I always used to say that I would never marry a musician because they are all trouble, but I am forever grateful that I did marry one. If I had married a doctor I would have had to injure myself to get a little taste of home.