My husband got a call. They are shipping him out to Maine for Christmas. The line of work he does kinda makes things urgent when the power goes out – and storms sometimes does that. Especially big ones.
I’m use to the drill. He gets sent out for an unknown period of time and I, temporarily, become a single parent. So far so good, I haven’t had to reschedule clients and we’ve always been safe [except that close call not too long ago]. One way or another we manage.
This is the first time it’s interfered with a major holiday.
I may have mentioned here that we have young kids so these moments are the magical ones. Their eyes shimmer with excitement in anticipation for Santa and the coming gifts. Mom and Dad ease up a bit on the junk food and bellies are sickeningly full with sugary sweets. All will go on as scheduled this year.
Except we will be missing someone.
There comes a time in everyone’s life that you just need to remain strong for your partner. Hearing this news was one of those times. I could tell he was doing everything he could to hold it together. He’s never missed Christmas or birthdays. When I trouble call would come in on those days, he’d automatically tell them that he was unavailable. This particular situation is different. There are thousands of people without electricity and heat. In the dead of winter.
How could he say no?
There are times when you have to make tough decisions and do the hard work that’s needed. Even if it means exchanging gifts when he returns. It was really hard for him to leave. And it made me love him even more.