...Missing My Home...
As the days click by, there's one thing that's easier to recognize than others...how much I miss home. It's not that while resting, recouping, and being taken care of at my parents house is hard (it's certainly not), I just miss my home. I miss the way it smells, I miss the feel of my warm bed under my back and my hubby right beside me. I miss the view out of my back window and I miss the little things that I think, "Gee, that needs put on the honey-do list." I miss my wireless internet and I miss the deer that run through the back yard.
I know that this recuperation will only last a few more weeks, but in the meantime the want, wish, and will for home far outweigh that right now. So while hubby can occasionally enjoy and relish those amenities, I will await the day when I can do those same things again.
In the meantime...God I pray that you give me patience to face each healing day ahead, thankfulness for all that my parents are doing for me, and strength to wait out the time until I can get home. AMEN.
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We all miss home when we "have to" be away. It makes going home that much sweeter. My thoughts and wishea are with you in this time of recovery.
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