My husband has been getting up at the crack of sandy dawn in Iraq to call me, so that I can talk to him before I go to bed. This time usually works well for us because we can both focus on our conversation without being interrupted. It's hard, however, for me to get off of the phone with him knowing that it will be many months before I see him again. It's difficult to say goodbye.
My husband can always tell when I am upset or crying, even when I do my best to hide it so as not to make him feel bad or worry.
Many times before we say goodnight, we choose a rendezvous point at which to meet each other in our dreams. Last night we choose to meet on the second deck of the Eiffel tower for a glass of champagne. I wore my white sundress and the late summer night weather was perfect, and the lights of Paris magnificent.
I love playing this game with my husband. It's much easier to get off the phone with someone by saying that you will see them in Paris, than not. But I still find it pitiful that I have to resort to my unpredictable dreams to get a moment with my own husband.
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