I’m Not Alone

When you have fallen asleep next to the same man for more than seventeen years, it feels strange to wake up alone.

Until May 31st I woke up next to my hubby most mornings. May 31st is when my youngest son, my daughter, my grandbaby and I boarded the auto train from DC to Florida to start our life here while my hubby is home waiting for our WV house to sell.

And, for the first time in a very long time I feel alone.

Before you feel sorry for me, please know that I am not alone.  I am staying with my brother and his family including his woman, whom I adore, and his two beautiful babies who love their Auntie Lissa. I also have fun with my kids and granddaughter as we explore the local beaches and find new favorite places.  I spend time with my dad and stepmom and littlest brother {and my stepmom makes homemade baked goods that are to die for!} I’m also forming friendships with some of the ladies I am in training with AND we have found a church that we are enjoying.

But I miss my hubby so much it hurts!

And that loneliness is pushing me towards the One that makes the hurt less.  The One that reminds me that this is just a season and points me back to the blessings of this time apart.  The One that helps me see and appreciate my husband for the amazing, supportive man that he is.  The One that brought us together all those years ago for such a time as this.

I’m not alone.

 

 

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