Back when we were dating I remember how Dan would come for a visit or I would visit him and it would be a fabulous time. It was so exciting to have him close, to be able to see him. We long distance dated (while engaged) for about 14 or 15 months if I remember correctly. We told all our friends it was a STUPID thing to do!!! Don’t do it!! If you get engaged, then plan the wedding for two months later! I would be miserable for at least two weeks after he left. Then I’d resign myself to waiting some more and try to get back into the swing of things. I hated GreyHound. That awful bus always showed up way to early for my taste. And then that same service almost made Dan late enough to miss our wedding!! Like within 5 minutes kind of late!!!!
Anyway, I’ve been feeling some of that same misery today. Yesterday I could see him, literally. Today I’m miserable. He’s gone again and this time I don’t have GreyHound to blame. The anticipation for Heaven is sharpened once again. My poor children . . at least my parents knew why I woke up grouchy.