3/11

3 days done and off he goes again…
For 11 days I will smile instead of cry, wishing he was nearby
For 11 days I will push, continue our mission he is home
For 11 days I will pray, desperately, for clear skies, safe roads, bright horizons and a safe return home
For 11 days I will hope that love strengthens my heart so that I may sound strong for him when he calls.
For 11 days I will think of the prosperity this grants us and devise a million ways to create more from home so he doesn’t have to leave anymore.
For 11 days we will cheer for health and for the eagerness to be together again…
For 11 days I will hold my breath as to not hurt, as to not feel the pain…
For 11 days I will look with scorn at those that complain about their spouses, even though they are always at home…
For 11 days I will look into the eyes of another trucker’s wife and say I do understand the loneliness that swallows us, the loyalty to our men…
For these 11 days will be over and he will be home again, and when he is, when he does come home, all will be alright, I will be complete, again.