A retreat at work required an overnight stay, so my husband wouldn’t be coming home. Simple enough. Several years ago, we lived apart for five months during a move between states. Surely one night would be nothing.
But I missed him by early afternoon; when he called around suppertime, I told him so.
You see, one of my favorite parts of every day is nighttime. The house is quiet; our girls are in bed, chores are done, and we sit together on the couch – working on our laptops, reading a book or watching a ballgame. We’ll talk if something comes to us – or not. Either way, it’s just being with him, having him there, that comforts me.
Yes, I survived the night just fine. I borrowed some of my daughter’s Bible verses to help me fall asleep alone. I know there are wives everywhere whose husbands are gone for weeks – even months – at a time. So tonight, when we climb into bed, I will make sure to be thankful that I have him beside me.