My husband, Mike, is one of those guys who was born to be a trucker. With love, the independence and freedom it brings us. He loves being out on the road traveling the country and only comes home once a month or so. I love him because I know even though he prefers to be out driving if I really need him he will go through hell or high water to be there for me. When my father passed away, I did not expect him to come home because he was on the other side of the country. I don’t know how he did it but he found a way to make it home in time to be there when my father passed away. He may not make it home in time for birthdays or anniversaries (sometimes he doesn’t even know what day of the week it is!), but I know I can always count on him to be there for me when I need him most!