After four and a half weeks, Doug returned to us on August 1st. (Sorry for the crappy picture but it was the only one I could get between tears and hugs.) We were all so happy to see him. The boys and I worked like mad men getting the house perfect, a dinner made, and all of us cleaned up. It was 10:30pm on a Friday night in the airport in Las Vegas and my husband was standing there in his blues when my boys ran to him. You would think we were separated for months instead of weeks and I'm sure that is what the others in the airport thought also as I hung on for dear life once I got to hug him.
It was truly surprising for me to find out that this man that can drive me crazy faster than any human on earth, is also the one I miss more than I thought possible. Our world has righted itself as soon as he was back with us. We have been blessed with the separation to rediscover what we so often take for granted.
