The Last Time We are Parted

I put my husband on a plane to return to Florida early this morning. It was even harder to watch him walk through airport security than it was for me to actually be the one to leave. We didn't shed any tears at the airport this time...we had already done so hours before when we woke up and realized that it was our last morning together for a while. We are comforted, though, by the knowledge that this will be our last separation ever. The next time we see one another, we will not have to part!

This weekend that we spent together was amazing. We laughed until we cried. We stared into each other's eyes. We held hands everywhere we went. Never has a girl ever felt so cherished. I get to be with this man for the rest of my life! We are going to start a family together! Sometimes I still have to pinch myself to be convinced that I really have been this blessed. If I ever manage to show my husband how much he means to me, I will feel my job is complete. As it is, words are inadequate and there is no gesture or act that can convey the depths of my emotions for him. All I can do is remind him daily that I thank God for him and consider myself especially blessed.