Good night, sweetheart.

Night two. The movers have come and gone. And seemingly so has my husband.

As I watched him teary eyed get through security, I bit my lip with resolve that it will only be two weeks.
Mind you, we've never been apart for longer than a night and the two times that happened were hard then, too.

But the moment last night, was seeing an elderly man see his elderly wife off through security just as teary eyed as I was. Like me, he waited until security was done and waived til she couldn't be seen.
I was tempted to ask this perfect stranger, "Does it ever get easier?" But his face said it all.

I knew then, the better question was, " Do you ever really want it to?" So I let myself cry, and was thankful I had a man to love enough to cry for when gone.

With that said, I'm taking ambien to sleep. Thinking, where he's at, its three o' clock in the morning...

http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?xl=xl_blazer&v=EL-D2K0jOIw

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