We’ve passed the one month mark of Brandon’s deployment.
It went by fast and it went by slow.
Several people have asked me if we’re doing anything to track the time.
Every Sunday the girls cross a week off the Daddy Countdown Calendar.
So that’s our way.
I’ve learned a lot just in the past month – Air Conditioning Mechanics 101, how to unclog a garbage disposal, how to replace an alarm system battery, how to deposit a check with my phone, how to use a blender. I’m serious about the blender. My first attempt resulted in me eating breakfast off the counter. My second attempt resulted in my finger all sliced and diced and a very broken blender.
I’ve learned that the bad smell in the garage might not be a dead animal. And it’s a little silly to be so scared that you refuse to park in the garage for days and threaten to move out. When really all it is (according to your neighbor who scopes it out for you) is wet grass in the lawnmower. Who knew?
I am picking up good tips from my daughter on how to stay close to a husband who is a bunch of time zones and half a world away. Hope makes “cards” for him every chance she gets. She draws happy pictures of them together and there’s always a sun or a flower in the background. She writes “I love my daddy” over and over. One day it hit me, Ohhhh, so that’s what I do. I write him letters, paint happy pictures of us together, say “I love you” over and over.
I am learning again to get ok with the quiet, lonely hours. And there are longings that nothing in this world can satisfy. Only Jesus. Only Jesus. Slowly but surely I am learning to invite Him in to the empty places and the stuff I’ve shoved down deep. “Can you really be all I need?” I know there’s giving, healing, filling, unrelenting Love sitting with me every long minute. I’m learning to believe what I say I believe.
B. Only 987 meals to go, babe!