Letter to a Deployed Husband, Part Two:
My Dearest Soldier,
That’s the number of days since the last time you held me in your arms.
That’s the number of days until the next time you will hold me again.
That’s the number of days since the last time I held you close and kissed you fiercely.
That’s the number of days until I will kiss you once again.
The number of days since the kids said “See you soon”.
The number of days until the kids say “Hello”.
The number of days since I drove home in the dark through tears.
The number of days until I drive home with you by my side, through more tears.
The number of days since I made a bad joke and we both laughed hard.
The number of days until the laughter returns.
The number of days since the last time I looked into your eyes and told you “I love you”.
The number of days until I can whisper those sweet words to you again.
It is so hard to believe that we have made it this far without you. It’s still difficult day to day. It doesn’t get easier to go on without you, just easier to find acceptable distractions. We are halfway there, my love. You are halfway home.
My darling husband, my best friend, you are very loved and very missed.
Just keep breathing and we’ll see you soon, my love.
Forever Yours, Forever Waiting.
Today, I am thankful for the days. The days that have passed. The days still to come. I have learned a lot about myself so far. I have learned a lot about my husband. There is much strength, much love and much patience that has passed. There is much more strength, much more love, and much more patience to be had. We are halfway there. 135 days since I last saw, touched, smelled my husband. 135 until I can do so again.
My husband is halfway home.