Chris is on his way to Afghanistan right now.
Phew. Where did the time go?? I can't believe it's real. It doesn't feel real yet. It hasn't hit me, and won't hit me for a while. It won't hit me because I'm house sitting, so I am not sitting in my apartment, looking at the reminders. His "lazy pants" thrown over my chair next to the bed. His tobaggon on the hat rack. The early Valentines day suckers on my counter... The stupid stuff.
And so the waiting begins. For a letter to arrive. For carepackage time to come around. For him to come home.
And so the prayers begin. For we cannot bring him home safely. But we know Someone who can.
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