Driving back from Manhattan today, I hit a mild panic again. I started thinking about all the What If's that could happen and then the newsreel started playing in my head of accidents and catching a glimpse of something in a scene on the news that I know is my husband's and knowing before notification ever gets made. I hate thinking like that but i'm sure I can't be the only one that dramatizes the worst situations possible in her head.
I got over it fairly quickly, but it's still there in the back of my mind waiting for the opportune time to rear its ugly head again.
The kids and I actually left the house today, obviously. We went to Hobby Lobby to look for nice paper to send love letters on but didn't find anything that fit the bill. Then on to Home Depot to buy some wire to put up on the crappy part of the fence in the backyard so hopefully Perry the puppy will stop getting out. I'm sure I didn't buy enough wire but it will do to fix the current hole for now.
I miss you baby!