Whatever. ):
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My husband got online this morning and I woke up to my phone and we talked. He met our little puppy and he baby talked to her and smiled so freaking big. It made me so happy and it made him happy.
They moved him to a place with no phones or computers and they held his mail, which is why I haven’t heard from him. He got lucky being able to go somewhere with computers for a few hours and I was lucky enough to be awake and catch him for a few minutes. We don’t know how long it will be again before we talk, and it will probably not be until he’s on the way home, but I’m okay with that for now.
I can breathe and relax and now Frankie knows her dad’s voice and she was all over licking his face on the screen. I’m just happy and I’m going to enjoy today.
If I close my eyes I can picture him so clearly next to me with his arms open in this bed he’s never been in, in this house he’s never seen - our home, our bed. And if I think hard enough I can almost remember the way it felt when he would hold me when I’d cry. Everything I remember is a flash, though, a shining brightness before it all goes black and I’m terrified to think about him and all the things about him that make him who he is. I’m terrified that one of these times I won’t remember what it feels like when he kisses the back of my hand while he drives, the whiny sound he doesn’t know he makes when I refuse him something, the smell of his skin after a shower.
It’s so soon, but so far away, and anyone who told me time would move fast after the halfway point was lying.
Time moves slower with each day that passes and it is not getting any easier. Every day I miss him just as much if not more than the day he left. Every night I still dream that he’ll come back to me.
Come home, love, I’m here waiting.
