This song (by Boys like Girls) came on while I was driving in the car this afternoon and immediately the tears sprang to my eyes. Of course, I was in the Micky D's drive through (don't hate on me, we don't have a Chick-fil-a here and I wanted some chicken nuggets!) and I'm sure the girl at the window was wondering why I was crying over nuggets and fries.
I am incredibly thankful for the love and support shown to me by our amazing church family here in Hawaii. I always have a friend to go surfing with. God has provided us with great neighbors who look after me and ring my doorbell at 9 pm to tell me that my car lights are on. And my friends and family all over the country have been showering me with prayers, encouraging cards and phone calls just to check in.
But unfortunately, none of these can compete with having my best friend and husband around. I need him there when I've been trying to open a jar of spaghetti sauce for 2 minutes and none of the usual tricks are working (shh, don't tell my mom. Sometimes I'm lazy and don't feel like waiting six hours to make my own sauce!).
I want him there when I'm driving in the car and I have no one to talk to while I sit at the 20th red light in a row on Kam Highway.
I wish he could be there on the blanket with me when I am surrounded by friends on the beach, laughing and joking and thinking, "Wow, God is good."
He can't be here right now and I am so proud of the work he is doing out in the Pacific. So, in the meantime, I'll keep the tv on for company, snuggle with my pillows at night instead of my husband,
and wait for the day when I can run into his arms and thank God for bringing him home safe again.