It’s 2 a.m.; I shouldn’t be up. But I am. J. comes home tomorrow (well, today really). And I can’t believe it.
I spent the evening with friends, who put their busy schedules aside to throw me my own little sign-making party. I painted my sign while they baked cakes for J. (and his best friend in Iraq). I decorated them later – this is why I sew. When I came home, my kitchen was sparkling. My neighbor came over while I was gone and realized I would have a huge chore on my hands when I came home, so she cleaned it for me. Tomorrow (today), my friend Diane is bringing her hubby to help me hang my huge sign. And then my friend Lisa is lending me her van so that I have the room necessary to pick up J. and his friend. I am SO blessed. I’m going to miss this true sense of community when we leave the military.
Must go to bed now. Goodness. He’s really coming home.