Today is a cold and rainy day here in Germany. I’m sitting at my Grandma’s house and staring out through the patio door. It’s a lazy day. The little man is finally taking a nap, meaning he finally gave up and mama won! Woohoo!! But as I’m sitting here alone in the living room, my mind constantly wanders off to my hubby and wondering what he’s up to and what’s going on with him on the ship. I try and not count down the days until I see my lovely again (because that’s the worst!), but there are some moments when my mind can’t help but think of the next time I’ll see him again. I have to fly back to America, spend a week with my family, and then fly back to Florida, and wait a few more days until I see my hubby again.
WAY TOO MANY DAYS IN BETWEEN.
I wish I could snap my fingers and all of the weeks in between would be over and I’d be back with my best friend again. I have to work so hard to not get jelly when I see my other friends and their families and everyone hanging out together. Ninety-nine percent of the time I’m alone with my little dude and we are doing our own thing. It’s not easy. I try and not think about all the memories and the fun things we could do together-it won’t change anything. I wish though that I could spend every single day with Samuel. Sometimes I have dreams about that. But then I have a reality check and remember that for now, a dream like that won’t happen for a very long time. Instead I grab my little dude, give him a few cuddles, and remember that even though daddy is far, far away, we are close in heart! And as the saying goes, “distance makes the heart grow fonder!” Now that I’ve lived the life I have with being far away from my husband, that quote remains ever more true!
