Five Minute Friday again! Today’s word is Connected. We write for five minutes–just five minutes on the given topic and remember how much we love words and how if we let them they will teach us things we didn’t expect.
We met the first day of college in this oh-so-groan-worthy Freshman orientation course that I can only assume was common to small Christian colleges called “Connect.” He had cowboy boots on. He looked nice enough.
We got to know one another little by little. He invited me to the symphony and I insisted it be an “Undate.” We were friends, really good friends for two years. And then suddenly we hit that place where it seemed like there was something deeper happening.
Now we’re on our third deployment. I’m thankful for the language and schema that Madeleine L’Engle books give me. I think of the idea that WHERE doesn’t matter, but WHO does and I remember that even though he’s somewhere past the International Dateline and I can’t keep track of what time zone he could possibly be in, that we are still connected. Our hearts still beat together. Even so far apart, we are still somehow one.
I miss him deep into the marrow of my bone and am stymied by how much harder this is than I remember it. I want not to let myself get totally numb. I need to do this humanly. I need to do this as ME and not as other wives who seem to be able to shrug these long separations off as though it was just a business trip.
We are connected. We will discover it anew this time. There will be days and ways that we will ‘just know’ something of the other and moments when his words in an email or a letter will touch something in a way that he couldn’t have known I needed from the other side of the world and that heart connection regardless of distance will be affirmed.