My husband called me at 5:30 last night to tell me that he had landed in Maine. He was supposed to be there for an hour or so and then move on to the next stop. We headed out of Monster's martial arts class (post is coming soon...that's tomorrow's topic), dropped him off to his uncle, picked up PB and took her to the YA performance. It was a very good show, but it ran a little late for a school night. When it finally ended around 9:30, I looked down and found a message on my cell phone. From my husband. The one that wasn't even supposed to be in country any more. His plane broke and they were still stuck in Maine. They could be there all night. At 12:30 last night, he called to tell me that they finally checked them into a hotel for the night. Talk about anti-climatic. How many times can you have your last conversation for a couple of weeks in one day. Apparently, several.
He moved onto his next stop today. I knew that contact would be limited over the next several weeks, so all I asked him was to let me know he got there okay if the opportunity arrived. Another wife called that I'm friends with called tonight to let me know that they had landed at the next destination, and that he missed me and loved me. They have a special calling plan as she has family in another country, so her soldier was able to call her. It was a wonderful gesture...a gesture that a loving husband gives to show that he loves his wife.
Happy Love Thursday. Absence does make the heart grow fonder...and mine was pretty fond to begin with.