This weekend I put my novel aside and spent four days with my husband. That's right, four! (We did talk about my novel, but I didn't work on it at all.) It was seriously the best weekend of my life. Well, the drill sergeants still try to run the show, but we learned when to have his cell phone off.
When Mark finally (after trying to convince me for three years) joined the Army, I was less than thrilled. I felt like we did it because we had no choice and I gave in. Mark always felt inspired to join the Army. He felt like he was doing what God wanted him to do. I went along with it.
After seeing him this weekend, I must say it appears I was wrong. Mark looks great. He is thriving in this environment, though his face is thin, his head is shaved, and his arms are huge. It's hard for him, just like it is for everyone, but he is excelling. His confidence is up and I found myself swelling with pride. He is maturing. He is changing.
First they told us we'd have Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night together. Last week that changed to Friday and Saturday night. By the time I got there on Thursday, somebody had made the wrong drill sergeant angry and it was changed to just Saturday night. Heavens! At least we got to see each other on the other days. And Saturday afternoon, when Mark saw he'd missed a call from his platoon leader, he turned his phone off. We couldn't take the chance that the guy was calling to say he couldn't stay with me Saturday night, now, too.
I have a lot on my plate now. I'm supposed to get Mark enrolled in a college and get him a job lined up so he doesn't miss a beat when he gets home. And I'm still supposed to take care of my other responsibilities. Yippee! I hate job hunting. I hate it when I'm doing it for me. It's even worse when I'm doing it for someone else.
But the weekend was fantastic. I've never been more in love with my husband. I can't wait for him to come home.
I'll write about the detective tomorrow!