This has been the longest week ever. Other than the time we spend at our jobs Monday through Friday, this is the first time I've spent time apart from Joe since we've been married and I really, really miss him. But it's funny, in one sense I feel good that I feel this bad. I mean, if I didn't truly love Joe and really like being with him I know I couldn't miss him this much. My mom tries to encourage me and to cheer me up by saying Joe is "making money for his honey".
At the same time I miss Joe excrutiatingly, I have also grown to love him more this week. I am beginning to catch a glimpse of the true meaning of sacrificial love. I'm beginning to understand what it means for a husband to love his wife and give himself for her (Ephesians 5:25). Working long nights, catching only a few brief hours of sleep during the day, going to work again, and doing this day in and day out- all this my husband does willingly and cheerfully. I'm am amazed and humbled. I also can't wait till tomorrow night when Joe comes home.