Deja Vu

This past week I was sitting in the kitchen in my mom's house, talking to my wonderful husband on the phone at 5 in the morning. This is what I was doing 5 years ago! I truly didn't think I would ever be doing that again. It felt really weird. I almost expected to find my coco wheats in the microwave, and a cup of coffee on the table in front of me. If I hadn't had my son with me to act as a testimony to the reality of the last five years, it truly would have felt like the horrible waking from a dream too good to be true, yet so real you could feel it. However, my marriage has been a dream come true, we have been married for (almost) 5 years, and I am now home again where I belong. I am so glad I had to opportunity to take this trip, glad for my sister and my mom who got me there and back, and glad for my husband who let me (us) go for this week. I'll tell more about the trip later on, but for now I'll just say that this is the only - let me stress that now...ONLY - reason I would ever willingly be separated from my husband. I felt like I had a major part of me missing. Our son was just as bad. There were nights that the only thing that would calm him was hearing his daddy's voice on the phone. Now we're all together again, and our world is back in order.