Waiting For the First Step...

Today was the day ... Wednesday in the Sand Box...my husband would hopefully be catching a flight to turn in his leave papers, make his travel arrangements and begin his way home for R&R. Do you KNOW how exciting that is to know that the journey was beginning?? After 8 1/2 months my husband would be coming home..to me...to us...to home!

Until...

I get to the gym at 0445 (roughly 1530 for him) and (for the first time) carry my cell phone in with me. I text him and pray that he does not answer. To answer would mean that he is still at work and not on a flight.

 Me (0501): "Still @ work? I hope not! I love you!

 I wait. And walk to the restroom to pee before I start working out.

 Him (0503): "Yep"

 Me (0504): "Noooooo...you are supposed to be getting on a plane! what happened?

Him: (0512) "Bumped! I sent you a note on email".

At 0508 my cell phone rings and it's my husband. He's been bumped until tomorrow afternoon; guaranteed on that flight out.I started crying...sitting on the toilet...at the gym. I just started crying!

Him: "Honey, I didn't mean to break your heart. It's okay. I'll be out of here tomorrow afternoon."

Me: "After all of this time, I was just hoping you were on your way through the first step home".

Him: "Soon, Babe...soon"