I'm just finishing day 16 out of 17 full days of my husband being halfway around the world.
Lord willing, he will be home tomorrow!
And it has been easy, so, so easy. I have not cooked anything more than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...I have been fed every single night by nearby families. I have seen friends that I haven't seen in eons. I have had so much help with my kids. I have even gotten more than a few afternoons to myself. My house? It's a tornado. A wreck. But, I have had so much given to me that it is hard to complain about the time gone by without my other half.
But, today...today was hard.
It was long. And I was so tired. I am barely running on fumes.
My 18 month old didn't nap today, so to occupy her until an early bedtime, we went to play at a nearby Chick Fil A. It was great. We had ice cream and had lots of "Mommy time". But, as I went to get a drink refill before our departure, through a series of accidental events, Harrison let Blythe run right out the door.
Thankfully I was RIGHT there, but she still made it to the parking lot. I screamed. I ran. I embarrassed my son. I shook for minutes afterward. What if I had still been 10 feet away awaiting my refill? What if a car had come at that second? What if? What if?
But, my baby. She is fine. And my other baby? He is fine.
And I can't get hung up in the 'What if's'. Because it will only make me crazy.
If 15 seconds of that moment had been different, she would have been smashed. But, she wasn't.
And I hugged her tighter tonight.
And I hugged him tighter tonight.
And in 22 hours, I will hug my husband tighter when he, Lord willing, makes it home to me.
Just a few minutes here
12 years ago
