03/11/2012
I have to admit, I have been spoiled. I have been able to hear from Ian a lot during this deployment. Just knowing he is okay with a phone call or short email, helps me get through this. In the past few days, Ian misplaced his cell phone and cannot talk to me as often as he has been. It has gotten harder for me because he can't call me every day at our normal times, so I don't know if he is okay. Last night, I didn't hear from him. Usually, he gets up early to call before we go to bed and talks to the kids, but he didn't last night. So, I thought I would hear from him in the morning before church... still nothing. Naturally, I worried. In my heart I knew he was okay, but I wanted to hear his voice. Well, after church, we had a pot luck and I forgot to turn my cell phone off silent. About 4 minutes after I got into the building where we had our pot luck, I pulled my phone out just to check it (like I always do), and saw that I missed a call. Yup, I missed Ian's call. I was so mad at myself, irrationally, yet still mad. After calming myself down for a second, I listened to his voicemail and heard that he was okay. He told me he would try to call me tonight if he could, but wanted to try and catch me after church to let me know he is okay, he misses us, and loves us and asked me to give the kids a kiss and a hug for him. I felt better hearing his voice, even if I couldn't talk to him. But still wished I could have said hi. Again, though, knowing he is okay and hearing from him in any form is all I can ask for, everything else is a bonus.
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