It's just after midnight on a Sunday. i'm tired and my eyes from hours spent finishing up coursework for my two classes. i yawn and rub my eyes, shut my laptop, and drag my weary body off the couch. i'm just about the turn off the TV when my cell phone rings. There's only one person who calls this late, though it's morning where He's at. Master.
"Hello Sir." i sigh. i haven't talked to Him much in the last couple of days and due to some changes at His work there has been no play or conversations relating to my submission.
"Are you ready for me to come home?" Yes, duh. Been ready for months. "Yes sir, i am."
"i'll be home in 3 days" He says. WTF?! Why? We're still a month out. My tired brain spins out while i sputter a response. i don't remember the rest of our conversation that night. When we hung up, i broke down sobbing so overwhelmed with emotion. Then i fell asleep exhausted emotionally and physically.
i woke the next morning and my immediate first thought was that it had been a dream. i grabbed my phone and looked for an email to prove that our conversation had actually taken place. No, i'm not going crazy. Yet. There it was, an email from my Master outlining his itinerary home and letting me know what He expected me to get done for Him before His return. Cuz, no, the house wasn't clean...i have a terrorist for a toddler.
The excitement starts to build in me. He's coming home, He's coming home! It's a bit bittersweet though. It's just a temporary return, work-related. He still has to leave again to go back for another couple of weeks. But He'll be home for almost TWO WEEKS! (now you know where i've been hiding)
With the excitement came a whole wave of anxiety. In no way did i feel like i was mentally prepared for His return. i turned my focus to getting the house ready, shopping for groceries to prepare His favorite meals, and preparing to surprise our kids. i tried to push all the anxiety down, swallow it, and ignore it. i focused on my excitement about his return and finally being able to have TTWD be more than emails and phone calls and videos.
to be continued...