I managed to get out of cooking last night. I think Dear Husband thought I could use a break.....
The Lt. Col. had to stop by and see a friend.
So we took the fresh faced Ranger and Toddlers out for ribs.
After dinner, we head back to the house, so he can check his e-mail. In the darkness, on the Interstate. I have night-blindness, and they are both staring ahead.
This young man, who Dear Husband has known for years, starts telling us of his time in Iraq.....
We all stared ahead.
I had tears flooding my eyes, and just kept driving. Quiet tears. Quiet. Quiet.
Inside I was screaming. Stop. I don't want to hear this story.
Dear Husband started telling a story, and I interrupted him by asking for directions.
I am not ready to hear how lucky I am.
When I am I going to be able to hear the stories?
Am I ever going to be ready for that?
Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
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