At last, my husband is home…….
The months were dragging, but as soon as word got out it seemed as if were getting shorter, so much to do in so little time. My sleep was finally catching up to me and it couldn’t have come at a worst time, “who needs sleep in a time like this?!” The house needed to be cleaned a million times, because the first few times weren’t enough to calm my nerves. The washing machine spun with all its might to clean the smallest items around. I just couldn’t allow anything to be out of place, not even the dog!
The final hours arrived. I couldn’t eat or sleep. My nerves got the best of me, but I managed to calm myself down with some “Friends” re-runs. Texts where sent back and forth followed by girlish-shrieks of excitement. I managed to get an hour of sleep, which was basically meant to help me, calm down.
It was time.
They were almost here.
As I headed to the meeting point I was so nervous I couldn’t stop talking. It was cold and you could tell the clouds wanted to rain, but decided not to “rain on our parade”. The signs where up. People where happy. Friends came in to show support. I wanted to cry. I wanted to laugh. I wanted my husband NOW!
The buses arrived.
There were shrieks, laughter and a bunch of “Oorah’s” being screamed as those buses arrived. My thought at that moment: “should I wait here? If I see him, should I trample him down?”
And there he was…
My prince charming.
I ran to him and he lifted me off my feet, literally! I felt like we were the only two people there. I was in awe, on cloud 9. I felt like I was in a movie and Etta James’ “At Last” was playing in the background.
My husband is home.