Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

I forget how true those words are… Absence makes the heart grow fonder. No matter how little the distance or how short the absence, my heart always grows fonder when J and I are apart.

I flew to Georgia last Friday morning to spend the weekend with the Winwards. I returned Tuesday afternoon and Jesse left that same Tuesday morning to Washington D.C. with his family until Sunday. A total of 10 days apart… doesn't sound like much but I'm definitely feeling it.

Yesterday I was absolutely giddy at how in love I am with Jesse. He was sending me pictures of him at the historical sights and I was pretty much drooling over how cute he is. Plus, he was sending me sweet texts the day before about how much he loves me and how we are going to spend eternity together. That's a bad combination for a lonely wife, I tell you. My heart was literally over-joyed with the love I have for my sweet husband. He is my everything.

I just finished FaceTiming with him, which ended in tears from my end. His sweet voice said "I miss you" and that's all it took. I feel so pathetic! It's only been a week since I've seen him but it feels like forever. I can't even imagine how the months and months of deployments are going to be… I think I might die.

I'm grateful I get to experience love. Love is what makes life great. The love we have for spouses, family members and friends. The love we have for the gospel. The love the Lord has for his children. Love is happiness. 

I'm especially grateful I get to be loved by an amazing, kind man. I'm just a little bit crazy about him.

The more I type, the more pathetic and crazy I sound, I know. I should stop.

But I can't. Cause I miss him.

Okay, no more, Lysha.

Come home, please.