I have a new appreciation today for military families. I have never been able to understand how they can just accept the days and months of separation with such apparent ease and resolve. I have always admired this in them, and must admit I have been thankful that this is something that I have never had to do.
Well, today I have a new appreciation of just how hard it really is. I know that what I am experiencing doesn’t really compare to the experience of a military family, but it’s the miles.
The thousands and thousands of miles of separation are probably what makes this whole thing the most difficult.
It’s a business trip, and he will be back, soon (thankfully), but the miles of separation appear to make this trip just a little more daunting!
That and the fact that we are rarely away from each other.
We spend pretty much every day together, twenty-four seven! We’ve been together for over thirty-two years, and we would rather be with each other than just about anyone else in this world.
He is the love of my life, and I can’t wait until the miles are no longer an obstacle, but rather an advantage. I can’t wait to hold him in my arms and feel his scruffy cheek next to mine. I can’t wait to walk hand-in-hand, and see his smile once again.
Until then, I’m counting the days, hours and minutes!