We interrupt this regularly scheduled blog post for outbursts of extreme joy and jubilation. Time stops and starts again right here, the clock is ticking…
I opened an email from Hanni and read her flight itinerary for arrival next Tuesday at roughly 9am. This is my child I have not seen, face to face, have not touched, hugged/held in almost two years. I don’t know what it is like to have a child in the armed forces, to not see them and know they are always in harm’s way for months. I know I view the world as a war zone when it comes to my children, particularly when they are a continent away.
We talk, there are pictures shared and social media updates. I want to hold her, I want to gaze into her face. In a world of staying in touch, I am always left feeling wanting.
Here’s to joy and being forever a mother!