The Storm has passed...

Yesterday morning I slept soundly while my husband snuck out of bed and out to Adoration for his usual 4am Holy Hour.  He woke me only to kiss me goodbye and tell me he loved me.  As I sleepily kissed him back, I didn't even feel guilty about sleeping through the opportunity to rise with him and make him lunch and coffee because the evening before we had discussed him staying home for the day and riding out the storm with us.  I was looking forward to him coming home in a little while, but worried not and fell back asleep.

A while later, I woke up to him calling from Boston as he'd decided the weather wasn't that bad and went in to work.  I wasn't upset or surprised, only disappointed because I would have loved the day together relaxing and watching movies.  No luck.  "I'm coming home" *GOOD NEWS* "REally?  You're going to spend the day with me?"  "No. I have to go to New York" he said.  "What?"  (this was worse than him not being home) 

The news came that he had to travel to New York to work on a job there.  I pouted.  All I could think of was how New York was going to be hit by this MAJOR disaster and Connecticut was supposed to be struck hard... and my husband was going to be driving straight into it.  This was not the news I wanted ...and definitely NOT equal to a day on the couch in pj's watching movies with a silly baby and my better half as my company.

I sighed and realized there was little I could do.  "It is what it is", I said.  He arrived home with groceries in hand to fill the fridge and a surprise of Pepperoni Pizza (which I like, but he hates, so we never eat... sort of trying to make me feel better about "what I could do while he's not here!" ...I love food, but this didn't work)

Good news was that he wouldn't be heading into the worst of the storm, but rather the part of New York he was heading towards was more on the MA/NY/VT border.  This at least appeased my fears a bit.  I helped him pack and get ready... sloooooowly (boy do I drag my feet when I don't want to do something) and kissed him goodbye.  I was not stoic and happy and strong about it.  There was no mistake I was unhappy and would miss him and wished him home.  I was a baby.

Ava blew kisses from the doorway and waved.  And off he went.

We spent the day here with my Mom and weathered the storm quite well.  I don't know who missed the other more because Shaun & I probably called each other 30 times.  Man do I feel like a part of me is missing when he's gone.

I made it through, though.  Mom slept over.  All slept well.  No loss of power.  No downed trees.  And I woke up thinking that Shaun would be coming home tonight.  I couldn't wait.  I have NO patience.

Then the morning phone call came.  "Hi Baby.  They need me to stay another day." *UGH* I KNEW it!  So... I won't be seeing him till tomorrow.  I know this seems so little and small and I think of all the military wives and families who are so strong to wait while their husband's serve far away... I have none of this strength at all.  I just miss my husband and want him home.

But the thought of those military wife friends of mine gives me strength... I'll offer it up for you.  For one day.  This one measly sacrifice.  I know it's not much compared to the one you make for me, but I've never been a good penitent, so it's all I have and I give it to you.