Gary left this afternoon for some ice fishing with a couple buddies a little north of here. I don't know about the rest of you but it sure seems, to me anyway, that he does alot of traveling for fun, huh? I wish I could go away half as much as he does. In reality, I wouldn't though because I have a hard time leaving Hannah overnight. In fact, I can probably count on one hand the amount of nights since she came home from the hospital as an infant that her and I have been separated.
Anyhoo, to get back to the story...... Mom, Hannah and I are at Pizza Hut. It's Friday night and the place is crankin' busy. I can hardly talk to my mother across the table over the din of noise. I'm sitting there savoring every mouthful of the all mine, heavenly, sinfully delicious pizza.... enjoying only an occasional kick from Hannah in the booth next to me, when Gary's pager goes off. He has the volume on that thing set to a Defcon4 Nuclear Blast (he worked NAVY flightlines for years and wasn't always keen on wearing hearing protection... now we ALL must suffer for it). Holy shit that thing was LOUD!! I grab my cell phone to return the page and notice a new voice mail has come in. I obviously didn't hear the phone ring because of the noise. I feel like I'm sitting in a silent vacuum when I hear his voice in my ear ..... "It's me Hon. Don't worry. (instantly my gut turns to stone) No one got hurt. If you see anything on the news about a snowmobile going through the ice, we are all ok. I just didn't want you to worry or anything. You can call me if you want."
He's ok. He wasn't on the sled.... thank God. Now, not only do I have to worry about my child getting herself hurt in some freak way.... I've got to worry about him too. As a wife and mother.... does it ever end? When does anyone worry about me?