Well, I know what my limit is now. Hubby's been gone for training for almost three weeks now. My limit for surviving without my husband is . . . 2 weeks. No more! By God's grace, and only by His grace, let me assure you, I didn't hurt the lady at the airport who denied us boarding last weekend. It served only to make me that much more determined to see him. So, kiddo and I hopped on a plane to go see him, even it was only for a day and a half.
I was amazed. I truly believe that thing that God says about you become one when you get married. Being together, even for a brief time, was all about being "home." I came back to work inspired, creative, and refreshed. Kiddo spent every possible moment hugging and hanging on her daddy and reminded me of life's real priorities.
On the baby front, hubby agrees that I've officially expanded. As soon as I can rope someone into taking a pic, I will post it. The people at church commented that they could finally tell I was pregnant. I choose to believe it's because they don't see me every day. :)
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AMEN! I know the feeling about that whole "home is where the spouse is"!
Can't wait to see pics!
Thanks for your prayers for Ash, too. Its been a really rough week for our whole family, but obviously worst for her and Steve...
aahhh! I am so glad that you were able to see your hubby. I have been thinking of you all and praying for you too.
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