One day I woke up and cooked and cleaned like all the other days and then the next day he called and said he is coming home. It was hard to say words. What do you say?
It feels unreal to have my husband home living amongst us, his family.
I’m so happy he is home.
He is ours.
We waited at the airport through snow and ice. It seemed impossible he would walk through that door.
But he did.
He is getting acquainted with the baby, who is sporting new rolls of chub and some tiny teeth.
When I walk into a room and see him sitting with the children and everyone is smiley, it makes me so emotional. Missing him has been hard work.
This Christmas has new meaning for me, about what is real and good.
I feel humbled and merry all at the same time.