Despite what this blog may say, it's Saturday afternoon, a BEAUtiful day, and I'm supposed to be cleaning house. I am, but I had to take a break and blog for a sec. I'm feeling very alone at the moment, very cut off from Tex, even though I spoke to him last night. It seems like the closer we get, the farther away we are from each other, and now with our youngest in the mix, it's just making it worse, because it's not just me that feels cut off...we ALL feel very cut off from each other right now. Yeah, I know, that's a good thing, right? Better than the alternative, at least. She could not care whether we were alive or dead. But, see, we planned for that...but this...we never saw this coming. What does that say about our faith? I don't know...
I just know that I'm so glad to be in the predicament I'm in, and I know I'm not the only one. But it doesn't make it any easier to endure, this separation. And the clock keeps ticking, and the miles stretch out before us longer, and longer, and longer... I haven't gotten a letter since the one she wrote on the 4th of July. I know she's busy (how's THAT for understatement?) and I know she'll write when she can, but it's the waiting that's hard. I go to the mailbox every day, hoping to hear something, and Tex is on pins and needles. I'll be so glad when November is here, and we can stop at least part of this madness!
In the meantime, I guess I'll just keep perfecting this art form of waiting, now that I've got 2 1/2 years invested already. But man, has the time flown since January this year! And we do have our baby to thank for that!
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