It has been five years since my husband was deployed and out of any contact excepting email. He is TDY, temporarily assigned, to the ship he will soon be second in command of. The Polar Star left Seattle headed for dry dock in California and with it left all contact expect email for 4 days. Not long, I know, but it feels so strange to not be able to call him or text him, FaceTime a goodnight with the kids. This is just a taste. The real thing is looming this winter. At the same time, I know we will not only be OK, we will all thrive. I truly believe that when you support each, allowing each to do what they love, everything else comes together. But just at this moment, I could use a hug.