And it feels good. I feel at home and it's so strange that I do feel that way. All my life I have moved here and moved there and moved everywhere. But for the first time, when we landed at DIA, I knew I was home. I feel great but there is this one thing.
I miss my husband to death.
Last night was particularly rough. I called the hubby and cried. I wanted him to hug me. I wanted the kids to hug him. It was a sad sight. But, I know why we're doing this and I'm so positive about it that it scares me a little. I am so not an optimistic person. Life has showed me it's ugly side. But for some unknown reason, I feel really good about this move. I know that somehow he'll join us soon. And that's what I'll think about when I want him with me so bad I can't think straight.
To you sweetheart, I love you to pieces and I can't wait till our next phone call.