Well, it was that time again.
Jimmy came home Friday (it was a surprise!) and stayed the weekend. We enjoyed a relaxing weekend of playing outside with Brinkley, sleeping in (can you believe we were able to do that with Brinkley?!), and being lazy. We got a few things accomplished around the house and definitely made strides in Brinkley's training. However, those weekends seem to fly by just too darn fast.
Jimmy left this afternoon and every time he leaves, it gets harder and harder. We only have 3 weeks left of being apart, but my eyes well with tears when he gets into his Civic and heads towards I-45 North. Alone again.
I've noticed that life is definitely harder without my husband around. Don't get me wrong, though, I love having a family that will open their doors to Brinkley and me and let us eat, sleep and relax at their home. It's nice to go to bed at night knowing there are other people around. I also enjoy my morning ritual of coffee, listening to Jake complain about having to wake up so early, and walking Brinkley and the other kids to school. But something is different when Jimmy is home. Life seems easier. Little things don't bother me. Everything just fits.
So as I watched the silver Civic drive down my street this afternoon in the rain, I praised God for the moment we had right before he left. It was hard to praise God during that moment of extreme pain and lonliness, but I found the strength to thank Him for the love that I saw in his eyes and that last kiss. I also know that in three short weeks I will be able to whole-heartedly rejoice that life will officially start for this small Fraser family. It will be the first time Jimmy and I have ever lived together without one of us having to eventually leave.
I love you, Jimmy and miss you more than words can explain.
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