offshore wife part II

prayer works!  i was raised from the dead and i recovered from my debilitating illness and i finally received a phone call from mr. pfeifer!  my heart can now rest in peace.  though we are not out of the woods yet.  my husband was due to arrive tomorrow and now he says it's one big cluster down in trinidad and they have no idea when their reliefs will report, so he could be coming home anytime.  ?#$%!!!!  do you ever want to wring someone's little neck and shout, "what is going on down there?  if a woman were running this ship, it would all be running smoothly!"  these guys have already been gone for a month, completely missed the holidays, and now their fate is "undetermined at the moment."  but alas i shall regain my tranquil demeanor.  the fact of the matter is that he is alive and well and will come home to me eventually.

there is something to be said for the fact that absence does make the heart grow fonder.  i am thankful that our relationship has little chance of growing complacent, stale, or commonplace.  when you're in this situation, you have to make each moment count.  as a true romantic, i am also secretly grateful that i still get to have those moments where i nervously perch on a chair at the airport awaiting a glimpse of my gallant gentleman as he pushes through the crowd to find me.  truth be told, to this very day, i still have that exhilarating feeling in the pit of my stomach and i always anticipate how our "meet-cute" will transpire.  it is like falling in love all over again.  

i am thankful that in this world of seemingly non-committal, instant gratification seeking, emasculated men; my husband is not afraid to be cavalier or honorable.  and i am immensely indebted to a man who despite the age of impersonal text messages (UR 2G2BT :) and rapid modernization, he still ends a crackling, international, short-lived phone call with, 

"and don't forget, when i get home, you're gonna put your best dress on and i'm going to take you out dancing!"