I have hesitated even to go out to the garage to grab some meat from the freezer for fear I might miss his call. We don't live in a sprawling mansion so I have no idea how I could miss his call but I grabbed the ground pork and bolted back inside.
I've cried because I haven't heard from him. I've cried because I'm going to. I've cried because it's going to be too short. I've cried for the parents whose new cadets have talked longer to their girlfriend or boyfriends than their moms and dads. Waa waa waa, ok, I'll say it, I'm a cry baby.
I haven't hit the gym in two days because I can't handle the notion of not hearing his voice. So many questions, so many stories, so little time. My husband had to pick Aaron up after mowing some lawns this afternoon. He returned, eyes wide open and stepped into the house, "no call," was my reply. His heart was both deflated that there was still no word but relieved that he hadn't missed hearing from his boy.
It's nearing dinner time and still no word. We had friends over for dinner and a played few games of Wii last night which provided a nice diversion. Tonight I'm just sewing and waiting. I'm waiting on the Lord's timing which is always perfect and I'll be sure to post afterward...stay tuned.