Today was an awesome day, aside from my problem with CYSS again, it was a good day. I got up this morning with the kiddos, got them and myself dressed, and got on the road to take them to hourly care. I got there and apparently the reservation was written down for tomorrow, not today. Well, that was a problem because I was supposed to be at an appointment to apply for a teaching credential program, a 30-40 minute drive away, in 50 min. After calling around, they were able to keep the girls and I had to take Daniel to the other CDC all the way across post. It wasn't so bad because it was in the direction I was going anyways, but still took me an extra 25 min out of my way to drive there, sign him in, and get back on the highway. I was grateful that I got the kids in hourly care and was off to my appointment. I was heading to Temple to apply to and get information about a teaching credential program. They told me not to worry, that they understood, and were flexible. That made me feel a bit better. So, I drove a little more sane than I would have otherwise :-). The appointment itself went well and I will write about it another day, after I tell my husband.
Before my appointment, as soon as I pulled into the parking lot as a matter of fact, the phone rang. I looked at the number and knew it immediately.... It was AFGHANISTAN!!!!! I hadn't heard from my husband for a few days and was, naturally, anxious to talk to him. Just the fact that he was calling meant he was ok. That made my mood soar. I sat out in the van and talked to him for the allotted 15 minutes, appointment be damned. I had already called them and told them I was running late, I got there sooner than I expected, so I had some time to talk to him. Not that I would make that a regular thing, but, come on, I hadn't talked to him in a few days and had to know how he was. He told me he was ok and we talked about everything we had to catch up on. I was so thankful that I had that chance to talk to him. It was just what I needed.
I really do live and breathe for his next call, as the song I wrote about a few days ago states. It is an odd feeling. Knowing that the man you love with every fiber of your being, the love of your life, is in harms way. Not knowing if he is ok at any given minute. Especially if you aren't able to talk to him for a while. I feel like, when he calls, or even when I get an email from him, I can exhale. Whew. He is ok. It is such a relief.... for about 15 minutes. Then you start the process all over again. It sounds a little dramatic to some, but, I think, to most military wives, you get it. It is the reality we face. The only assurance we have is when we get those calls or emails. It is almost, but not quite, as good as having them in our arms. Because, while they are 7,000+ miles away, when we are talking to them, hearing their voice, and just being with them the only way we can, it is the best confirmation we can get that they are ok, the next best thing to having them home.
I know it drives my husband crazy, but I always ask him if he is taking care of himself. Is he eating well, staying hydrated, wearing sunscreen, keeping his feet clean and dry :-). I just want to know that he is ok in every possible way. It is important to me. I can't be there to physically cook for him or get him to get some sleep, so I want to know that he is taking care of himself. Silly, I know. He laughs when I express this concern and answers with a loveable, "Yes, dear." Hey, at least he knows I care about him enough to ask how he is, right? :-)
My day had been made by that one 15 minute phone call. I walked into my appointment thinking about my husband and thanking God for Ian's phone call and for keeping Ian safe.
Another day down, marked off the calendar. I really can't wait to see him again and have him truly in my arms. Until then, we will make it, one phone call, one email, one letter at a time.
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