Thirty-seven

I miss my husband. I really want him home. I know I can't do this anymore.

This is what I think everyday. I would love it if wishing on a star worked, or the wish you get when you blow out your birthday candles would come true. If that were the case I would be up all night wishing on every star in the sky and crashing every birthday party to blow out as many candles as I could.

Since those wishes don't come true, I am stuck here in reality. I let myself go down that road and then I try to buck up, put on my big girl panties, and ask God to give me the strength to make it through the day. I am thankful that God is bigger than wishes.