Missing my husband
My husband is on day 154 of a one year tour of Iraq. Although we pray he will be home sooner than a year. I have been doing pretty good with it. But sometimes I cry. Maybe it’s seeing a picture of a friend with her husband. Maybe it is hearing about another daddy with their child. Maybe it is when I look at pictures of my husband with his kids and see how big they have gotten since then. It breaks my heart sometimes. But I am getting through it. One day at a time. When I am really sad I sit down and write my husband. I write him about our day, what we have been up to. And that really helps. This really has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
