Three days ago, a plane flew fairly low over our house for some reason. Gabriel heard it and ran as fast as he could to the back door. He looked out, and up...he spotted the airplane! And, as he jumped up and down, out tumbled the excited words "Daddy’s home! The airplane brought Daddy home!" and, just for a second, before the rational side of my brain could catch up, my heart skipped a beat, and there were butterflies in my stomach. But, of course, it wasn’t him. And then I explained to a crushed 3 year old best as I could that Daddy’s plane wouldn’t be bringing him back for months and months yet.
I started going to a new church about a month ago. When it was time to pick a Sunday School class, I went to the "young marrieds" class. Except I didn’t have a husband beside me. Everyone was very nice, but they politely tried to steer me towards the "college and career" class. No. I am not in college and I do not have a career. I work very hard to keep the home fires burning. I am a wife and mother, and I belong in the young marrieds class. I would not have had to explain this if I had been at my husband’s side walking into that room.
I can’t get the surround sound to work right. I am not an idiot by any means when it comes to making things operate properly. In fact, I am often the one asked by family/friends to get things in working order for them. But the surround sound I never bothered to learn because my husband is an absolute genius with all things electrical. But, now, I can’t figure it out.
I miss my husband. And I want him back. Yesterday.
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I know that feeling Bailey, but hang in there and keep marking off those days on the calendar that YOU HAVE FINISHED. I found that being with other military families was the best help for going to groups like SS---they KNEW I was married and missing my husband. love gmbbj
always praying! i know this time is so challenging for you all.
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