There isn't a whole lot going on in my life currently, just spending my days in the hotel room. Luckily, my significant other has Sundays off again. Sunday I actually got to go out somewhere, and it was surprisingly fun.
We had a baby shower for a co-worker's wife. She was 34 weeks Sunday. We all went to Bdubs and surprised her with gifts when she only thought we were meeting for lunch.
It feels nice to have a "work family" so to speak because when we are far from home, the people my significant other works with are the only people we know. For them, it's the same; they are very far from home and the work crew (and their wives/girlfriends) are the only familiar faces. We move all over in the same group of workers, and we have known this particular group for two, nearly three years.
Anyway, the family comes together for each other, and I think that is beautiful. I sat at the table during the baby shower and thought about exactly that. Watching the guys laugh and talk, the pregnant woman crying over gifts, the togetherness of people that were once total strangers who came from places all over the United States. It was like the whole place went quiet to me for a few minutes as I truly took in my surroundings. I will remember that day for years to come.