Recently I was tempted to settle for less than what’s best.
In the days before I welcomed my husband home for a mid-tour break from his current deployment, I consciously curbed my enthusiasm by focusing on the temporary nature of his visit.
Even though I haven’t laid eyes on his sweet face undistorted by video chat, kissed his lips, or nestled up against his shoulder in over five months, there was a part of me fighting the urge to surrender completely to the joy of spending time with him. I was hoping to protect this sliver of my spirit from the inevitable pain awaiting when we return him to the departure terminal.
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