Anticipation

Warning: lovey-dovey post, read at your own risk and no complaining. (Dan)

Sometimes I think that the anticipation of an event is equal or even greater than the actual event itself. I've been counting down the days and hours until Jon and Jonah come home. Yes, I've totally enjoyed my time with my other boys and it really is nice to only have two children and give more time to each of them. It also is nice to have time alone every night. I've enjoyed doing lots of projects around the house and making pancakes for dinner if that's what we wanted. But, doggone it, I miss my boys. I miss the little raspiness of Jonah's voice. I got emotional today just thinking about the mole on the back of his neck ~ weepy over a mole? I enjoyed having my bed all to myself for the first night or two, but doggone it again, I miss Jon! Okay, so he snores (loudly and abruptly), and his breath stinks on my face in the middle of the night and sometimes...he smells. But it's getting old and I'm ready for them to come home. I don't even know who I miss more, but I miss them both for such different reasons and it's hard to sort those reasons out when I am overrun with emotion.

I was giddy, absolutely giddy today in anticipation of tonight. We sat at lunch and made 'Welcome Home' signs. And then I checked their flight status and saw that their flight was delayed because of mechanical problems for three hours, which meant that they would completely miss their connecting flight. Even though I told myself that I'd rather they be safe and come home tomorrow than be on a flight that needed maintenance, I felt this weight in my stomach and I just felt sick. If they would have scheduled to come home tomorrow, it would be no big deal, but since I was anticipating them tonight, it felt like a punch in the gut.

Fortunately, I found out that they may have been on the earlier flight, which should be getting into Houson anytime now. Actually, it's two hours late, but I'm now sitting next to the phone waiting for Jon to call. I think I'm 18 again waiting for a call from Jon when he gets back into port. Waiting, anticipating, sitting. Afraid to move away from the phone. So silly. We are going to a friend's house tonight for dinner to pass the time and I'm seriously not going to go if I haven't heard from him yet. This again reminds me of being a teenager. If I knew that Jon was coming back into port, I would stay home for days on end to wait for his call. He didn't get to call much, and I felt sick when I missed his call. It wasn't as if I could just call him back on a big ol' Navy ship. 'Uh, hi, can I talk to Jon Price, please? This is his girlfriend.' I don't think so.

So, I wait. In anticipation. I'm hungry, but I can sit here and wait. Unless I have to go to the bathroom...that could be bad.