is too busy. Sometimes too busy is OK. Or tolerable. But sometimes too busy just plain sucks.
Like tonight.
I don't talk much about John on my blog. He's never been overly comfortable with this place where I over-share about my life in ridiculous detail.
But tonight too busy=suckage. And there wasn't anything I could do about it.
In hindsight? I could have shut up and just hugged on my husband and kissed him and murmured that it would all be all right.
And I wish that's what I would have done.
Instead, we both tried to talk, without enough time to form the right words and he left for three days, all the while him not wanting to leave (but having to) and me not wanting him to go.
This coming and going and leaving and working and schooling and learning and growing and reporting and showing up? Is sometimes over-rated.
Sometimes it's just plain too-busy.
But I am fervently clinging to the idea that God has a plan for our family and that someday, we will spend more time just being. Being together.
So for now . . . for tonight . . . I will wait up to hear that he got to the AF Base safely. And he will drive to the AF Base while he is tired and overwhelmed and not 100% happy about going there. And I will pray the whole while that God will keep him safely in His hands.
But I am looking for and waiting for the days that are just-busy-enough. The weeks where just-busy-enough overtake too-busy.
They're coming right? Sometime after today?
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