The doorbell rang tonight…
The TV was on, probably too loud, but I swore that I heard the
doorbell ring...a doorbell didn't fit into the show on TV. It was after 9pm, who could it…my heart briefly stopped. I got
up and walked to the door. I turned on the front porch light and looked through
the peep-hole.
It was my neighbor’s son, it was no big deal, really. I
haven’t heard from My Love in a few days and...
Who knew such a familiar sound could cause a mini-panic
attack? A military spouse. A military spouse whose love is deployed.
I don’t dwell on negative thoughts
or anything. It’s rare for me to think like that, but the timing…oh, man. Like I said...mini heart-attack, and a huge sigh of relief after.
This is real...this is lonely...and scary...and too real.
