So I feel a little embarassed by last post.
Like I was being a whiny wife.
Especially after Brenna, a military wife of 8 years, reminded me how important it is for us to be supportive & realize they need to focus on their duties. And that they do love us. They’re just busy.
Also, something else. We all recieved letters from Joseph today. (The kid’s first letter from their dad.) Like, real, tangible, snail mail letters from the mail man. The kids were ecstatic. They each got a personal letter & a $5 bill.
Hyrum read his letter out loud & laughed at a few parts.
His favorite part:
Make sure that you give your brother, sisters, & mom a big hug from me, because I can’t be there to do it myself. Also make sure you give a big hug to yourself. Just wrap your arms around yourself & squish yourself. Love, Dad.
Isn’t he a funny dad?
I think the kids are going to carry their letters around with them for a few days. I think they are going to make me read their letters again & again, until they have it memorized.
Of course I got a letter too. A much anticipated piece of evidence that my husband still loves me.
My favorite part:
Do you remember when we met? It was like coming home, being with you. You remain the one person (well, the kids too, but in a different way) whose company I prefer to my own, & when I am away from you, I feel displaced. I feel unmoored & adrift. They keep us so dang busy here that I guess I don’t have much opportunity to dwell on it, but when it hits, it hits like a hammer.
This is just what I needed to hear. I am better now.