Hubby has arrived home from a month long training that occurred in the lower 48. Now is when I wish time would stand still. Hubby will be leaving very soon and we are spending every minute together as a family. Time will soon approach where the two blessings and I will watch our hero walk out the door and will not return for a year.
A year of no hugs and no kisses.
A year of no encouraging words when I am having a bad day.
A year of not washing his uniforms or his clothes.
A year of not seeing him walk through our front door.
A year of not feeling his touch.
Instead it will be a year of emails, Facebook, and instant messenger.
A year of checking the mailbox and hoping to see a piece of paper with his handwriting on it.
A year of waiting by the phone just to hear his voice.
A year of kissing the computer screen when on Skype but longing for the real thing.
A year of constant prayer for his safety.