So that’s it!  Our final Skype call just ended; the next time I hear from The Mister, he will have (hopefully) landed in the capital.  One more sleep and he will be home!  At this very moment, The Mister is on his way to the airport.  Each step he takes, brings him closer to walking back through our gate.

I can’t believe that 24 hours from now, the famine will be over!  In some ways, this month has sped by, and then some memories that I have of my earlier days alone seem so long ago, that I wonder if it really has only been a month. 

Charlie is so relieved that daddy is coming back because then the weight of being “the man of the house” will be transferred from his slight shoulders to the rightful place of his daddy’s broad ones.  Charlie has been a great help to me, and really took his role to heart.  I’m so proud of him, the sensitive heart that is sheltered behind his great smile. 

Lola can’t wait to get her arms around her daddy’s neck.  He’s her hero, her prince of all princes.  She loves to sing spontaneously created songs, and lately her lyrics have been dominated by the return of the greatest man in her life. 

I started an argument last night on Skype because that is the mature thing to do; I’m really making sure that the desire in him to return home is cultivated and growing.  I made sure to make amends before I went to sleep, and our conversation this morning was sweet.  Now that our communication is cut off for the next 24 hours, I’m not sure how quickly or slowly this day will go by.  Only time will tell.

Hours until The Mister Returns: 23