Saturday, March 12, 2005

We are half way home...

272 days ago you packed your bags and went to the mob station. That day will forever be imbedded in my head. So many times I have closed my eyes and can feel that last kiss you gave me. With tears rolling down my cheeks I drove away with such an empty feeling. Would I see you again? Will you come home the same man I married? The boys and I stood on the street corner, holding our signs, waiting for your convoy to pass. The anticipation for this moment was overwhelming. Then you came...driving by with a big smile and a wave. As much as I didn't want you to go, I knew that you'd be OK. We now have 275 days left. We are almost half way there. I know we can make it. Every morning your the first thing that comes to my mind and as I fall asleep at night I have a picture of you in my head. Stay safe my love...

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