i'd stop it if i could, paint on my "brave" appearance, but it's rather automatic. the tears are wet on my cheeks before i even realize i've done it again. i've let the water-works stream down my face, run my mascara & soil my shirt.
a fact is a fact, and my fact is: these tears are inevitable, as they countdown to january 27th two thousand twelve.
he deploys, black sea rotation, tentative six months.
don't worry folks. he won't be in harms way (thank God!!!), but he will be away. and a wife without her husband? our family without its daddy? well, life just won't feel the same. and my throat starts to burn and my eyes start to prickle at the thought of daily life without him.
we've been here before, separated by distance for six months. and i have no doubt in my heart that we'll see this to the other side, once again. our marriage & family far out weigh the time and space to come. i know this to be true.
but i'm still going to cry. my heart is still going to ache. because it longs to be close to his, always. everyday. and my soul quite literally dreads the hundred-eighty days that i won't wake up to him every morning.
eeE. prickle. watery eyeballs. sob.
How you write something that is so sad so beautifully amazes me friend <3
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