A long way from home

As of April 22, our life in Eugene has become a memory for me. My first task was an 1800 mile drive, made bearable by a wonderful CD that my loving wife made for the trip. I practically wore it out. My second task was to attack my new job and become successful quickly, to leave no doubt in their mind or mine that they made the right choice and so did I in teaming up. For a while I was able to immerse myself in these tasks and "protect" myself from the emotions of the situation. As they say, "you can avoid reality, but you can't avoid the consequences of avoiding reality." Between the pictures that Carolyn sent me this week and the poem that came from her heart, my defenses evaporated, and I am suffering a severe case of homesickness. It's been too long since I've seen my wife and my home. I impulsively scheduled a trip home on June 1, and I'm now living for that day. This will be a more rigorous test of our love, our character, and our marriage than we could have imagined, but I'm confident that we will emerge from this test even stronger and more in love. That's the way it works with us.