My good man's been traveling.
A lot.
It never gets easier.
I don't feel stronger.
I hold my breath
And pray.
But he's home...
Home today.
Home for the holidays.
Can I breathe now?
Can I wilt?
Crumple to the floor?
I am no Superwoman.
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I think you are.
Neither am I, and Ray never travels! I just abandoned the plan to make Christmas treat plates for friends and neighbors, but I'm telling myself I'm still a good person.
Tricia - Oh, I understand this so well. Once he enters the door, all reserves suddenly drain. I crumple. Somehow we are sustained as we go it alone - by a divine hand, I believe. But I'm with you. I'm no superwoman. So glad your family is whole for the holidays. Joy and Blessings!
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