2 down, 3 to go

Im not suppose to be counting the days that hes been gone, only the days til he comes home. 21. It will be 21 more days til he gets out. He may not be in my arms at day 21, but he will be closer to being with me than ever before. I am a crying mess waiting daily for at least a phone call or letter in the mail, something to tell me that he is okay. My glass must be half empty right now, since I have numbered the days since Ive seen his sweet face. I try to stay hopeful. I try to stay upbeat and positive, but its a little hard when I cant just pick up the phone and reach out to him on the other end. If someone had told me that this is how things would be, I never would have believed them, but had I had the choice, I dont know if this is where Id have chosen to be.  Life hands you lemons, make lemonade they say. Id like to see something sweet come out of this, because this isnt what I signed up for.

Lord,

Give me the strength to change the things I can

and serenity for the things that I cant

and wisdom to know the difference.

Amen.