My husband's RR is right around the corner. I mean, it is literally possible that in the next forty eight hours, his head will be on the pillow next to mine, and I will be able to reach out and touch him. But right now I'm waiting.... I am waiting to find out his flight. I am waiting to go to the airport. I am waiting to hug him, to kiss him, to hold his hand. I am waiting... and I could honestly tell you that I'm sick and tired of waiting...but in a sense it isn't really true. I mean, of course I don't want to wait forever and a day, and of course my impatience wants to be right next to him right now, but my heart isn't alone. My spirit isn't empty. I know that I am not forsaken.
I can't even begin to write in words the blessings that have been given to me. This man adores me. I know it with all of my being. I know that he would die for me. I know that he would fight for me. I know that he would do anything within the realm of legality for me that he possibly could. I know that he's grateful for me. I know that he loves me, deeply. And I also know that he knows wholeheartedly that those feelings are reciprocated. I feel the exact same ways about him.
Yes, I make a thousand sex deprivation jokes. And I go on and on about how desperately I need to shebang my man. But ultimately, the truth of the situation is that I can't wait to run into his arms and just rest. I can't wait to sleep next to my earthly joy. I can't wait, to stop waiting.
