The Same but Different

Pete is gone again. In Arizona this time. For baseball. His parents went away for his Mom's birthday and I am staying with his siblings for the weekend. I stayed with them a couple of times while Pete was on his mission and now that I am back again alone I am reminded of what I used to feel. Sleeping at their house and spending time with his siblings gives me mixed feelings. When he was on his mission it made feel closer to him in some ways but everything about being at his house was hard because it reminded me so much of him. I think I probably went down to his old room a couple of times and cried.

Now that I am here again, I can't help but remember the aches and pains I felt years ago. I miss him. And yet the missing I feel now is different.

Different because I know now that when he comes home I am the first one to be hugged. I am the one he comes home to. I now get to talk to him every night and sometimes during the day too because I am his WIFE! Way back when, all I got to do was write him letters and receive letters. The missing hurt so much more because there was always that lingering mystery of if I got to call him mine when he got home. Now: no mystery!

I thought I would throw in his baseball picture for fun. Look how cute he is! (Sorry Pete)

Even if the missing is a little different, I still miss him a lot! Baseball season is rough.

(Luckily for this weekend I have 3 friends I get to hang out with instead of being at our apartment alone)