Tears

Greg went to get his hair cut yesterday. It was sad for him because it was the last time getting his hair cut from the little asian lady who used to work on a military base. (And who does a nice job - I might add) When he was done, he called me and said "You BETTER cry when I leave." I asked him why and he said "Because the lady who cuts my hair bawled when I told her I was leaving." I thought - good grief!

Well....today it happened. I was sitting in the chair, rocking my sick baby, praying for each of my kids and Greg....when all of a sudden the dam broke (notice the usage - Luke). I was bawling...feeling sad, feeling sorry for Greg, feeling sorry for myself, telling God I knew He had a plan to get us back together soon. I don't want to be the crazy screaming mom by Tuesday night, so I kept praying that God would "lengthen my fuse" and that I wouldn't try to accomplish more than I could reasonably. That I would really remember what IS important - and it is NOT all the *stuff*. It is truly the people. My man and my kids. It makes me cry to even say that. I already miss my husband and he hasn't even left yet.