Around the world in 90 days

So, three more hours until they'll be home in 90 days. Cyndi said time is flying this morning. I don't know if I agree. Time seems to have slowed down to a crawl in some ways for me. The weekends fly by and the evenings sail through, the days themselves crawl. I sooo just want for her to be home. I'm missing Donna so much. I know when she gets home she'll be in my pocket for 2 maybe 3 days and then she'll be back to her usual schedule of never home. But at least I'll have access to her. I can look in her room and see her sleeping. I haven't been this lonesome for her since she first left.

Maybe because the conversation we had this morning sparked it. She is feeling discouraged with life away from home in a foreign land and misses familiar things. It's part of the process of being gone. I went through the same thing when I moved to Guam, except it's an US Territory so some things were the same. I missed milk, the milk plant on island reconstituted their milk with coconut milk, yuk. I like coconut but not all dairy products are supposed to taste like it. So anyway, on a small scale, I can relate.

I just pray for her to not be discouraged, it will pass and I pray for me to be encourage that she is safe in God's arms. If they can't be mine, what better ones to snuggle in?

I love you Bun.