The time of our joyous reunion is drawing to the inevitable conclusion. I think I am doing okay at trying to hide my growing anxiety from T., but I don't know for sure. I came close to losing it this morning. I guess I was crying in my sleep without realizing it.
It's the part that I hate most about leave; it is the perfect amount of time to get used to having him around again, to get used to being his wife again. I never stopped being his wife, but I missed the domestic rituals that made me so happy. Like always trying to have our morning coffee together whenever possible...
I am so grateful that I have had this time with him and our kids, but at the same time, I can't help but be depressed. I don't know when I will see him again. I don't know when we will get to live as a family again.
We still have no orders sending him back here. This is the longest we have ever been apart.
Tonight, we are playing Marvel Alliance 2 with the boys. I wish every day could be like this!