I just dropped Stephen off at the airport. We had a few last minute errands, and we ate some dinner at the airport. We had a last hug and kiss. I watched as he walked through security. He turned to look at me, but didn’t see me. It might have been better that way; we didn’t have to look away again. The hardest part was walking away, going back to the car by myself. Still, in a way, it was perfect.
We can do this. We will do it. And we’ll live this time with patience and thankfulness.