I remember this time last year: dropping him off for his flight at an ungodly hour of the morning, coming home and curling up with the jacket he left here. I remember how scary and uncertain everything felt.
I just got home from dropping him off for yet another unreasonably early flight. A lot of stuff still has some time to withstand, but I’ve learned we’ve got a pretty good track record for that.
Please bear with me for a few days while I gather myself after what was a lovely visit. I’ll finish Halfway There and get you all caught up very soon. I promise.
But, for now, I’ve got to get back into bed and remind myself that I’ll see him soon.