Thursday, December 20, 2012

not asking for much

The last couple of nights have been rough. As I drive home from work listening to holiday tunes, I have these magical Christmas fantasies of Santa providing Lee with R&R that allows him to come home for Christmas. I visualize my reaction. Like what he will smell like. How his hand would feel clasp into mine again? Should I clean the house just in case? And then I snap out of it and turn into a damn cry baby. And then my mood is set for the night. Crikey. Hopefully I'm not the only Army wife that does that.
My dad was watching an old movie the other night and the lead actress in the movie is one of our favorites. He sent me a clip of the movie and I feel like she's singing directly to me. Judy does that. She's that good.

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