day 184: love letters

Last week, I was disappointed.

And I let it show.

The mailbox was safely cradling three things for us that day. Let me restate that: three things for the girls that day. Letters from their Daddy, from the other side of this globe.

No letter for the wife.

The oldest girl noticed the missing letter for her momma and reassured her that it was okay.

Yeah, not really.

Three days later, mine arrived. It started, "By the time you get this, the girls should've already gotten theirs. I figured I'd make you sweat it out a few days to see if yours was behind theirs!" Whew. What a relief. My husband hasn't changed much.

Luckily, for him, the letter only got better from that point on.

It ended with this: "Hang in there just a while longer. We're almost through this. Me, you, and the girls will be better because of it."

That perspective has driven my week. I've never been the "oh, woe is me" type of miserable person. To think of this time in those words pushes me on...