I’m A Wuss

It’s 111 degrees under my parents’ patio, the sky is a piercing blue with a few scattered puffy white clouds, and the wind is a giant dusty blow-dryer.

And I just got back from dropping James off at the airport, who will be in Seattle in a few short hours.  For me, though, they’re probably going to feel like the longest freaking 3 hours of my life.  I miss him so much already that it’s mildly embarrassing what a wuss I really am.

Okay, make that extremely embarrassing.  I’m sure all the military wives are swearing at me right now, and to be perfectly honest, I would be if I were one, too.  The strength they have is so amazing.  I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it must be for them to go so long without being in their husband’s arms.

*sniffle*

I would have been fine, really.  I’m tougher than this.  But you see, then my mom started crying as she hugged my husband goodbye… and that sort of lodged a melon-sized lump in the back of my throat that refused to be swallowed during the long drive to the airport.   Then it erupted into a streamline of tears after I watched him walk through the airport’s double doors.

So it’s all my mom’s fault.

Yeah. That’s what it is.

Current Mood:Sad emoticon Sad

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4 Responses to “I’m A Wuss”

  1. Rikki Says:
    August 29th, 2009 at 7:28 pm

    I give military all the credit in the world! I couldn’t survive 10 days without my husband, let alone a year or more.

    I hope it goes by quickly! You’ll be in his arms again before you know it.

  2. Rikki Says:
    August 29th, 2009 at 7:29 pm

    That was supposed to say “Military wives”. :)

  3. amy Says:
    August 30th, 2009 at 7:28 am

    111? WTH?
    Sorry, that wasn’t the point of the blog…its just so disgusting, I couldn’t let it go without comment.
    Wishing you a speedy couple of weeks…just think the next time you are in his arms you’ll be somewhere with reasonable temperatures so that you won’t get all sweaty just standing still…you’ll have to “earn” your sweat :)

  4. Tamra Says:
    August 30th, 2009 at 8:11 am

    Yeah, it was unbelievably miserable. I kinda wanted to jump in James’ luggage and just deal with the claustrophobia rather than the heat.