Hey, guys. I actually have some deep thoughts brewing, but not much coherent thought is making its way out of my mouth or onto the page lately.
I've been damn lucky so far this deployment, but my luck finally ran out. I'm sick.
Being sick while my husband is deployed really sucks. I'm not ready to throw a pity party quite yet. It's not like I need to go to the hospital. I'm still faking it through my daily life.
But I do feel rather sorry for myself just because I have no one to complain to. (Hence the blog, or course.) I mean, I went out to lunch with my friends today. I could have garnered sympathy, but I don't want sympathy from them. I want camaraderie.
Then, about fifteen minutes ago, my husband called.
Our little talk between his rounds of watch reminded me so much of the many reasons why we are together.
No matter how many friends I have or how much love is in my life, nobody gets me like my husband. To fall in love with and exchange vows with a man who really gets you has got to be the luckiest thing in life.
I may still feel stuffy and feverish, but now I feel so much better. Just from talking to my man.
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