Deployment mornings.

4 October 2012 at 1:00 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

Darkness. Clouds. Rain. Autumn winds.

I open the back door, coffee mug hot, full to the brim. Staring out, I feel the fresh morning breeze. I hear the drip, drip, drip, drip of raindrops on the garbage can. I close my eyes, listening to the passing of time. Willing myself to believe that each drop is one more moment closer to being in his arms.

A cough from my daughter shakes me out of my daze. I’ve got things to take care of, so I push my worries back with a prayer and make my feet move.


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