For eight years I have always had the same scenario: the night before, I cannot eat, I cannot think straight, I cannot sleep, and I have butterflies in my tummy.
It used to happen when I drove 16 hours nonstop from my dorm room to his at Chase Hall.
It used to happen when I packed up my Federal Natural Resource Law books and study guides to read between quarters at the academy football game.
It used to happen when I cleaned our little apartment in Portsmouth, NH, to greet him after a grueling four month southern patrol.
It used to happen when I flew SWA from Baltimore to New England on those sporadic weekend visits during his geo-bach.
It used to happen when I walked across the street and went home to him everynight for our two year stint in DC.
And it happened last night...
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3 comments:
Just got your text! Welcome home Brad and have a wonderful week to you both!!
Glad you and he are both home!
Such a sweet description of feelings! Welcome home brad, I know that you have been missed!
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