You know, the last couple months have been some of the hardest of my life. I hate even admitting that because perfectionists don't admit weakness easily but it's true. Leaving our last child in the States and returning home to an empty house has been one of the hardest things I've ever done. I thought it was going to be easy. I figured it would be like being newlyweds again. In my mind it meant lots of things; freedom, leisure, free time, Oreos that last longer than an hour, but I didn't realize how much loneliness would fit into the whole scenario. I didn't realize that being a mom for 23 years was going to be such a hard habit to break. Sure, I'm still a mother but with kids that live 5700 miles away my duties have been seriously diminished.
So my hero through this whole ordeal has been my sweet husband Johnny. I can't even begin to express what this man means to me. (Hey I know this is mushy but it's true.) No one knows me like he does. He knows me better than I know me. When I am feeling rather useless and unneeded he's always there and knows before I do. He really is (after Jesus) the best thing that's ever happened to me.