Love Letter

As I started to wake up this morning, realizing quickly that you again aren't here, my heart sank to that awful place that I'm desperately trying not to go. Before I could throw the covers back the phone rang. You. Did you just know that this morning I needed to hear your voice before hearing anything else? I quickly switched to my upbeat mood so you wouldn't know how much this is killing me.

I talk to you every couple of hours, I look at the map and I know basically where you are, you tell me about things you see, how people treat you (mostly pretty well), we discuss the house and Jacob and things I need to do and how to do them, but . . . it barely gets me through til the next time we talk.

I never knew I could love someone so much or that someone could love me like you do. This love, our love is what people pray for and some never get. How lucky we are. How blessed we are. You are everything I dreamed about and still do, my faith in you is bigger than both of us, there is no room for doubt. You are the other half of me and right now half of me is missing.

For now, I stare at your pictures, I stare at Jacob and see you in his eyes, in the way he walks and in his accent I hear your voice. For now, it has to do.

Five Minutes of Caring

Do you know that you can change the world? Yes, you and me and anyone else who cares just a little -- just five minutes!

A couple of Saturdays ago (while hubby was on the road) Jacob and I signed up to man our church booth at a local festival. This year instead of promoting our church, we decided to promote Five Minutes of Caring. If everyone invested five minutes of their time every day to help someone, to do something nice or say something nice, imagine what a difference it would make in our world.

You don't have to be affiliated with any religious organization, you don't have to be into the "green", you don't have to have extra money laying around -- you just have to have a willingness to do one nice thing a day. That's it.

Here's one idea (so simple and so easy). Donate your old mismatched socks to an animal shelter, human society, etc. They can use those old socks to make toys for animals in shelters. Wow, how hard is that? Another idea? Compliment someone. If you get great service somewhere tell the manager. It's simple, takes no time at all and doesn't cost you a dime. Want some more ideas? Here's a great place to start -- http://www.coolmomscare.org or http://www.coolpeoplecare.org.

Do something nice today for a perfect stranger.

Tagged . . .

Places You Go Over and Over and Over Again
Chestnut Grove Middle School (twice a day), Food Lion, the gas station, church.

Who Sends You Email
my daughter-in-law, my sister-in-law and my aunt.

Favorite Places to Eat
CHILI'S, CHILI'S, CHILI'S. There are probably a couple others, but CHILI'S is it hands down.

Where Would You Rather Be
Besides in my hubby's arms -- Jamaica, in my hubby's arms!

TV Shows You Watch Over and Over and Over Again
Friends, Designing Women, ER.

Least Favorite Thing to Do
Cleaning House. If I could have one indulgence in this world, it would be a maid. I hate housework. I absolutely have to make myself clean every week.

So Alone and So Missing Him

My sweet, adorable hubby has been on the road since Oct 1st. He's due back around the 10th. I cannot wait. I talk to him several times a day and send him sexy text messages, but it's not the same. I miss him so desperately. I try not to cry (especially around Jacob), but sometimes missing the other half of me is so overwhelming I cannot contain it. Jacob misses him too. He misses the wrestling and tumbling that they do on the living room floor, he misses working alongside him in the pasture, but mostly I think he just misses him being in the house. The safety and security we both feel when he's in the house. You don't realize that feeling until someone is missing.

This new adventure, this new routine is not easy. Lord, Jesus help me to understand, help me to accept, help me to get through it. Keep him safe and bring him home soon.