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It's not the home that I love, but the life that is lived there... wise words from Elsie De Wolfe.

This, in love 42 year old woman, wishes that her Somebody could come HOME every night of the week! How naive was I to think that each week our separation would become easier and easier. How very wrong I was! This week was the worst separation yet. Sleepless nights laying on the floor, puddles of tears, heartache so painful my body hurt and yearning so vast that I could not bare to sleep in our bed without him. My heart has not ached and my eyes have not cried so deeply since the death of my brother.

Logically my mind understands that Carl is only two and a half hours away and is not going off to war. I also understand that he will be back the following weekend. I am a reasonable and intelligent woman however my heart has a different opinion in the matter. My heart cries, aches and longs for him to be here. My heart has known no love like this. My heart has waited for him for decades. My heart dreams of the day when he, my Somebody, walks through the door after a day at work and greets me with a smile, hug and kiss.

Until that day, I will try to hang on, be brave and be grateful for the time we share.