My boy running the trail at Govt. Canyon.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
….when her husband is deployed, early even.
NOTE: see also "...when her husband is at combat training"
I was sitting at the gate trying my best not to cry and waiting to watch the plane take off because James insisted we do so, when a nice older gentleman comes up and says he noticed me and my husband saying goodbye. He told me he was a pastor at a local church, then asked if I wouldn’t mind if he prayed for me. I said sure, like any non-church-attending person, who doesn’t want to appear rude would say, thinking “how nice, he’s gonna pray for me at church on Sunday.” Then he put his hand on top of my head and started praying right there. So I lost my hard won composure and the tears flowed and James looked at the pastor like “what is this guy doing with his hand on my mom’s head” so I hugged James so he wouldn’t say anything rude. The pastor finished and I thanked him meekly. I had to laugh once he got through the gate because I know how ridiculous Brian would have thought that was. Then I hoped he would try to pray over Brian in the plane and cause him as much awkwardness as I had just experienced. What can I say, I have been through a lot of different emotions in the last week.
So I am still trying to get over my resentment towards the Air Force for making him leave eleven days early, but I guess I should just move on and deal with the task at hand: keeping myself from yelling at James, feeding the dogs and getting back to my routine. (pause in typing)
I just talked James into jumping on his bed as opposed to jumping on the stairs. Anything for a few more moments of peace.
So my mother is here and she is great at cooking and making me dinner. Tonight is taco night! So I will probably gain about 20 more pounds before Brian returns. Great!
More once the routine gets easier….probably never.
I was sitting at the gate trying my best not to cry and waiting to watch the plane take off because James insisted we do so, when a nice older gentleman comes up and says he noticed me and my husband saying goodbye. He told me he was a pastor at a local church, then asked if I wouldn’t mind if he prayed for me. I said sure, like any non-church-attending person, who doesn’t want to appear rude would say, thinking “how nice, he’s gonna pray for me at church on Sunday.” Then he put his hand on top of my head and started praying right there. So I lost my hard won composure and the tears flowed and James looked at the pastor like “what is this guy doing with his hand on my mom’s head” so I hugged James so he wouldn’t say anything rude. The pastor finished and I thanked him meekly. I had to laugh once he got through the gate because I know how ridiculous Brian would have thought that was. Then I hoped he would try to pray over Brian in the plane and cause him as much awkwardness as I had just experienced. What can I say, I have been through a lot of different emotions in the last week.
So I am still trying to get over my resentment towards the Air Force for making him leave eleven days early, but I guess I should just move on and deal with the task at hand: keeping myself from yelling at James, feeding the dogs and getting back to my routine. (pause in typing)
I just talked James into jumping on his bed as opposed to jumping on the stairs. Anything for a few more moments of peace.
So my mother is here and she is great at cooking and making me dinner. Tonight is taco night! So I will probably gain about 20 more pounds before Brian returns. Great!
More once the routine gets easier….probably never.
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