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.
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Feel free to write me but I think you would love homeschooling. My e-mail address is on my blog.
You and your son would learn so much while traveling with your hubby. :)
Shame, what a touching letter.
Thanks for the advice. What great insight your mother had! :)
I bet it's hard with your husband not there. Ah, I hate when mine is gone.
Awwww, you sound so lonesome without hubby! I hope things get better for you two very soon.
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