Missionaries are able to call their families on Mothers Day and Christmas.
From the minute we hung up the phone on December 25, 2009, I have
impatiently anxiously awaited Mothers Day.
We knew that our missionary was going to be able to call us via Skype between the hours of 7AM and 10AM.
I was so excited!
Like the first day of school excited!
Like a little kid waiting for Santa excited!!
I couldn't sleep. I got up early just in case we had the time mixed up. I sat at the computer waiting.
Wringing my hands.....Oh Elder Carter.....call, call, CALL!
And then just like that....THERE HE IS!!!
His tan little face on the computer screen.
Suddenly he isn't 10,000 miles away from me.
But right there.
I can almost...touch...him.
Oh, how I heart you Elder Carter!!
And I miss you.
For a brief moment, our family was almost whole again.
(Cameron...get your butt to Tucson ASAP!)
The laughing, the silliness, the joking and the teasing.
The questions. The answers.
His crazy faces.
His extraordinary happiness.
An hour and a half has never flown by so fast.
And just like that....he was gone.
With the click of the mouse, he's back in Uganda.
And with him, is a piece of my heart.
And in that hole, a funny little happy-sad feeling.
Well folks, I'm happy to say that was it for my phone calls.
The last one.
There will be no more.
Because on Dec. 22, 2010 he will be home.
And I will really and truly be able to touch him.
And hug him. And kiss him.
I almost don't think I'll make it. :)