Facetime with spotty service was been our means of communication for the last 17 days as John, Whitney, and Samantha traveled through Italy, Austria, and Germany. I cherished the blurry images and the static sound that would come as we would smile and say I love you.
This is the longest we have been apart, second to when I picked up Loaf (see this post) and I was gone for 13 days. I have missed them all, but I have missed John terribly. He is my other half and I have longed for his return.
It happens today... there are still many hours, but today it the day.
I am so happy that he was able to spend this time with the girls. He was able to see old friends in Italy and make new ones where ever he went. He was able to spend precious time with the girls that he doesn't normally get. I loved hearing about their adventures and all that they learned and experienced.
However, single parenting the remaining 7 for the last 1/2 month has been a challenge for me. I have had to find strength that I wasn't sure I had and often I failed quite miserably, but then I often do even when John is home. This time made me really appreciate the fact that I have a good husband who is by my side working to raise these wonderful children. I thought about all the single parents who are raising their children alone and my heart ached for their struggles.
I thought about my grandmother who became as widow when my youngest uncle was only 6 years old. She was a widow for 23 years and how she must have ached to talk to my grandfather again as she raised her children.
Today I will give Samantha and John extra hugs and kisses as they step off the plane (Whitney is studying in Europe for another 40 more days) and I thank the Lord once again for supporting me and helping me in ways I saw and ways I did not. John gave me a beautiful blessing before he left that offered great comfort. And then of course gratitude to my family who pitched in and helped when we needed it.