Missing my boy scout

Well, I made it halfway through my two weeks without Steve. He went to Philmont last Friday. That's the BIG KAHUNA of boy scout camps. It's a two week affair. He's been there several times, but they have a strict age limit of 65. He will be 60 next year and it's been 8 yrs since he was there. So the odds are he would not go again. I know he loves it, so how could I say no. He was feeling pretty guily about leaving me for two weeks. Of course I wasn't thrilled about him leaving for two weeks, but I couldn't, in good conscious, tell him he couldn't go. He deserved to go. He volunteers with the scouts all the time and probably will till he dies. I make fun of him sometimes, but if I'm ever lost in the woods or there is a natural disaster, I want to be with him. And as long as we can get to our storage room, we have everything we need to survive outside for quite a while (except food).
He's been gone for a week before, but never two weeks. It's weird not having him here. People are always commenting that I must love it when he leaves, getting the house to myself. I guess I haven't benn married long enough. I miss him terribly. I look forward to coming home to him and calling him in the middle of the day to say hi. I guess we're pretty sappy. I don't care. I waited a long time for this.
So he will be back Friday. I'm sure he will many stories to regail. I will listen to them attentively, just glad to have him back.