Worried...

Sometimes I worry more about Mr. Big then I do about me, my kids or our home. I don't know why. I love him so much that I want him to excel in all he does. God knows he worries enough for both of us. My worry is not needed. I have a great way of masking my worry though. I always give him the good old positive thinking quotes and the pats on the back with a huge smile on my face followed by a sweet kiss on the lips. He doesn't see my inner panic or my constant worry for him. Nope. I'm a good wife like that.

Today I sit at home while he's off at a testing center taking the test that will license him to become a true financial planner. He's hired. He has an office. But, he's not licensed yet. All this training over the past twelve weeks and studying is what this day is all about. Here's the thing. He doesn't pass the test today, he doesn't have a job tomorrow. I pray and hope that he comes home with good news today.

Does anyone have an extra Prozac? Lord knows I could use one.