It is the most bizarre feeling sitting here tonight.  I thought about going somewhere alone, someplace where I could sit and think, remember, reminisce.  I like being alone, so the solitude would be something I'd embrace.  The remembering just loses something without him here.  I'm not complaining...I just miss him, and not just because of what day this is.  It's a Wednesday, and it's only three days away from his return.  That's what I want to think about.

He called me tonight.  When he got to the evening session there was a message up on the screen that said, "Happy 25th Anniversary, Steve Easterling.  We appreciate your sacrifice. --The Horizon Youth Group and Sponsors"  I'm glad they are showing him they love him.  He's a good man.

My day was a sequence of hurdles, from Luke's tooth infection, to my mom being in the hospital, to the monsoon that hit when I went to visit, to discovering someone had taken my umbrella out of the car, to having to fight with the door latch on the car get out, to having to park in a remote garage and dodge lightning bolts on the way in, to the calf-deep "stream" I slopped through, to almost backing into a car that came out of nowhere, to forgetting to get my parking pass validated and having to go all the way back up to the 5th floor to do it, to arriving to pick up Luke's prescriptions and finding he was somehow not showing in the system on our insurance.

But as of today, I have been married a quarter-century to my best friend, the most fun, romantic, thoughtful, loving, giving, Godly man on the planet.  It doesn't really matter that he is 300 miles away, because his heart is here with me.  It doesn't really matter that we didn't get to go out to dinner tonight, because we can go next week.  It doesn't really matter that our bodies are in two different states on our anniversary, because we are one.  And we always will be.