So, when the missus told me that she was going to be deployed to a place far from Middle Earth, I was a bit concerned for our health and well-being. I knew that I hadn’t arrived at 43 on accident and that I could fend for myself okay but still I knew in my heart of hearts that this little 6 month jaunt was not going to be a piece of cake. Of course, I could not show that to Mrs. Hobbit as the prospect of leaving her family for 6 months was hard enough on her already and I didn’t feel she needed the added pressure of worriting about us. We all put on our strong faces and behaved like these 6 months would fly by and she’d be back before we knew she was gone.
We dropped her off at the airport and then the kids and I had a nice talk on the way home about how things were going to need to change and that I would need their support and that periodic freaking out by the old man should be expected and that they should just go to their room and pray for him if that happened. The problem is that after 3 1/2 weeks, the old man has held together just fine and the kids, with the exception of 1 broken thumb, have done just fine. And the broken thumb could have happened anytime, it was just an accident within the confines of a normal, everyday, day.
School has not started yet and I know that things will change dramatically at that point but really, that is going to impact the time line of when we go to sleep and what we do as soon as we hit the door in the afternoon. We’ll have some adjustments to make but really, I think things are going swimmingly at the moment.
I really just wanted you all to know that your prayers are working and that we truly appreciate them. Please keep them up and we’ll in turn pray that God blesses you and keeps you safe as well.
