The few times I've been able to talk to my husband this week, we've been able to happily discuss his homecoming. It's hard to believe that it's been almost a year since we said our tearful good bye. So, when he called last night, I asked him what he wants to do when he gets home.
me: Is there anything particular you can think of?
him: I'd like to sit and stare at a wall for a month, as long as it's in America
Certainly gives his stay in Iraq new meaning for me. How spoiled we've become. I wish I could take away that feeling for him. We've been married 8 years and were fortunate enough that the first 5 years were prior to his enlistment, which means we got to be together. I really don't think I could sum up all the meaning that that one sentence carries, but I certainly plan on spending the rest of my life sitting and staring at that wall with him.
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