Don’t you hate it? It seems like that all my I do these days. Its been two weeks since I have heard from my husband, and everyday I wake up with a bit of hope that today he will call. Then as I start to get ready for bed, I have that disappointing feeling again that he didn’t. I look forward to tomorrow where that hope will resume its position in the morning. Sometimes it can become consuming, constantly checking the phone to see if I have service or that my ringer is on…just in case. I find myself in a panic if I have left a room when my phone is in another, or if I am in my car and my phone isn’t in my lap. Cell phones are wonderful, but they can also be crippling. I teach with a lady whose husband was deployed a year during Vietnam. The only communication they had was letters. The one time he did get the opportunity to call home, she missed the phone call. Can you imagine what it would be like not to hear your husband’s voice for a whole year!? I remind myself of her situation, when I get discouraged about not hearing from my husband. Yes, deployments stink and not hearing from your husband for weeks at a time is awful, but I am grateful that I am a military wife during the technological age.

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