...is when you dream that you are together and wake up and remember that you aren't. Although the story line was not very exciting, the dream I had during my nap was vivid. There was dialogue, eye contact, and laughter. It was as if my skin could feel the closeness of his presence.
I awoke from the sound of the television, hearing the exaggerated dialogue of Sylvester Stallone buying a watch for his wife in Rocky while she wrung her hands about the cost. Half asleep, half awake, I remembered the time at the PX when K. tried to buy me a "too expensive" watch saying that my wrist didn't deserve a mere watch, but rather, a "time piece." My heart smiled.
A moment after that, I became cognizant that I was really just laying on my couch alone, listening to the sound of the TV. The family gone from a Thanksgiving visit and knowing the man in my dreams was half a day ahead of me in Iraq, I felt starkly alone.
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My husband had been deployed 14 months....i have saved EVERY message he left when I missed a call. There are 50 calls on the answering machine! It truly breaks my heart every time I miss a call. But we have finally figured out when are good times to get to talk...whether just to me or to the kids.
I hope you don't miss too many more calls!
He's not my husband, but he holds my heart and he's been gone a year today. I don't think it an accident that I stumbled on to your blog.
I've had those dreams that were so real I reached out to him in my sleep and the action of moving woke me up.
*sigh*
I know this post is old but I just found your blog. I think as a military wife we all have those dreams. I like to think its our way of being together, we miss each other so much that we find a way to be together. I know this may sound corny but hey what ever gets you thru another day.
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