Point is, I miss him.
This week has made me realize just how easy my little life is. Every once in a blue moon, Grahm or I have to go away on a business. But every other night, we're together in our beautiful home. When you think about it, five or six days really is nothing (not that I hold to that claim when I'm on a diet).
I don't know how women all over the world go for month after agonizing month without the men in their lives.
The last few days have made think of my one of my beautiful best friends who lives in Germany right now. Two years ago, she had her first child alone in a German hospital. She didn't know anyone. She didn't speak the language. And her husband had just been deployed. It was a few months before Steven returned and met his baby girl.
To the woman who curls up alone in bed and wishes her sweet man was there to snuggle with, to the women who make dinner for one every night, to all the gals who hear strange noises and don't have their burly men to go check it out, to the women who eat an entire gallon of ice cream wishing their men were home to blame it on, to the girl who has to carry in the groceries and take out the trash because her husband isn't home to help her, to the women who raise and discipline their children on their own, to the girls who are forced to love from afar, to the women who simply want to be with the one they love most . . .
Thank you. Thank for being braver and stronger than I ever could.