(Click on the photo to enlarge. There’s some fun stuff tucked into this painting that you can’t see until you zoom in.)
Throughout our first years of marriage, I was a trucker’s wife. My husband was on the road for weeks at a time while I was home raising babies. We lived lives at the opposite end of the spectrum. Me, with three children under the age of 4, a life of noise and chaos that never ended. Him, with long waits for loads and unloads, one of frequent boredom and loneliness.
It wasn’t until years later that I truly began to appreciate the importance of what he did. The trucking industry has always been critical for the survival of everyone in this country, and it’s more and more important every year. So this one goes out to all of you who spend your days and nights on the road for all of us. Thank you.