I hoped and prayed that my husband would be back by Thanksgiving...he didn't come.
I hoped and prayed my love would return by our daughter's 3rd birthday...still he didn't show.
I have hoped and prayed with all my might that my dear one would come back to us by Christmas...and yet again he will remain absent.
I was numb to the Christmas cheer and joy the past 2 weeks. I think I felt that if I just pretended like Christmas was still far enough away, that he might, he just might be back by that day.
This weekend I was reminded how this holiday was only a week away. The flood of emotions swept in and choked me so tight I couldn't breathe. The reality of the fact that there was no way his passport would reach him in time hit me like a ton of bricks.
I spent 2 days with mom helping her shop to avoid the pain. I've kept myself busy as to not have a moment to think. It's better that way.
So now what? New Year's?? Is there a chance? Would it be the slightest bit possible? I really don't know.
But I do know that I'm holding on to hope.
It's all I have left.