I have a heavy heart

It's only been two days.  TWO DAYS! I don't know how military wives do it. My mom came and watched my girls so that's one less thing for me to worry about.  They had fun and were well taken care of.  It was also very nice to come home to a spotless  house with an empty laundry basket and and a dish drainer full of clean dishes. That part is good. Not having a bed warmed up by my husbands body ~ no fun. Not having his legs to warm up my cold feet on, or his protective arms around me, or the sounds of deep breathes from his side of the bed.  BOO! He called, that was nice.  He arrived safely, thank God for that.  Still I cry. I have a heavy heart. Achy, dull, full of missing my husband.