Sometimes being in the Army is like going into the desert.
And isn't it ironic that at the start of lent this year, I am struggling with these feelings of solitude?
It'll be my year of remembering that no matter what, I'm never alone.
God is with me. My faith sustains me...
and lucky me, I have an awesome husband who--even when he has to answer the phone while I'm pouring my guts out to him in an emotional outburst--is, at the heart of it, always there for me. When I go to bed at night, I know he's there to hold my hand through these crappy feelings. We're in this together, even when we're not together.
That's all I need. Thanks Babe for being such a great husband. I hope you get out early some time soon, so we can watch a Burn Notice together before the kids get home from school. :D