We are busy with the usual stuff: swimming lessons, graduation parties, summer camp to pack for. And yet time seems to be dragging. From what I've heard it's reasonable to expect a call towards the end of this coming week. And right now that seems like it'll never get here.
With each passing day, we get more used to him being gone, but we also get more antsy to hear his voice again, to ask some questions, to be reassured that he really is ok. I am thankful for the one military Mom I spoke to who told me the truth. This part does not get any easier - the worrying and wondering and waiting. So, we will hang in there and I will try very hard not to wish my summer away just so that I can fast forward to the part where I get to hug him again.