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Well, we are all packed up. I guess I should say he is all packed up. I have one small suitcase and he has a few large ones… and let’s not mention all the smaller bags. We will be in New York City for 2 days. I finally get to meet his brother, sister-in-law, and their one-year old daughter. I’m excited and nervous. I’ve talked to the SIL on the phone a few times. Alhamdulilah, she’s really nice.
I wish we were going under better circumstances. I wish that we could be together on our flight home. Instead I will be coming back to the Twin Cities Wednesday night alone, and he will be on a flight overseas. I know it will only be a couple months before we get to see each other again. But… well, I just pray for patience.
Being sick is never fun, and I get my fair share of the crap. Today tops it all though. It’s happened before where I have a cold and I’m so congested that I lose hearing in one of my ears. That happened last night. I woke up this morning to the faint sound of my alarm going off, and my husband asking if I was going to work. Huh? What did ya say? That’s been my phrase for the day because I’ve been mostly deaf in both ears. It feels like I have earplugs in. Being that I can’t smell or taste anything, I am left with only 2 of my 5 senses.
What else can I say but Alhamdulilah. This is only temporary inshaAllah. There are people who live this way every day of their lives. I have to remember to be patient with those that can’t hear too well when they ask me to repeat myself a few times. I have to remember that it’s not fun for them to ask either. I pray that Allah keeps us all in the best state of health and iman.
It’s really about the little things.
It’s about going down the garage for work and seeing that my car has been washed.
It’s about leaving a small note where he’ll find it when he wakes up.
It’s about him handing me the hair clips I’ve been looking for 3 weeks after I show him the package at the store. I couldn’t buy them because someone had taken a clip from the package.
It’s about waking up and finding he didn’t charge his phone and plugging it in for him.
It’s about him coming home from work and being so glad to see me that he says, “I miss you. We didn’t get a chance to just sit and talk yesterday.”
Those little things make it all worthwhile.
She actually said it. My mother actually said, “You know that Sally Field movie… Not Without My Daughter.” Yep it was mentioned. She thinks my husband is going to whisk me away to an arab country and she will never see me again. I had my suspicions that she was thinking that movie when she mentioned this before… but she actually said it today.
Mothers of Muslim-converted daughters; GET OVER IT!!!! One movie does not make all the arabs bad kidnappers of your daughters. That movie has made it somewhat difficult for the families of muslim converts to trust their new son-in-laws.
Well, little does my mom know… my husband and I plan on her coming with me when I go to visit. Do you think he’s going to imprison you there too mom?
(Please note: I find it funny that my mom said this and she was being kind of funny when she mentioned it this time)
Yesterday on my drive home from work I saw an oddity. A couple people on a busy intersection of the highway dressed in statue of liberty costumes. They were holding signs that said, “Honk if you love liberty”. It wasn’t really warm out there… what odd balls.
That reminded me of last month…
My coworker and I were going out to the car after having a company luncheon at a different building in our company. I looked down the sidewalk we were about to cross, and got a little disturbed at what I saw. I pointed and exclaimed, “Running Santas, Look!” That’s when my coworker said, “Running Santas?”, and started to make a run for it. She booked it across that sidewalk and crouched down behind a parked car. She was actually freaked out by the 4 people out for a jog in 5 degree weather dressed in Santa suits. I’ve never seen her 60-year old body move so fast!
You never know what will happen in the heights.
I know I haven’t written in about a week. It seems I don’t have much material to write about.
Do I write about the daily antics that take place? Living with my husband is like living in a comedy sketch. He’s always doing funny things that crack me up. How can I remember the hundreds of small things that he does to make me laugh… I guess the important thing is that life is full of laughter and happiness.
Do I write about how there are only 3 weeks until my husband leaves for his country for an indefinite amount of time? I don’t really want to think about it. It happens all the time; husbands and wives are separated by an ocean and a continent. I have the option of joining him. It just doesn’t seem practical right now. InshaAllah it won’t take a long time. Who knows, after 2 weeks alone I might buy a ticket and leave. I really can’t imagine a day without him.
I just pray for all the people I know that are separated. May Allah bring your families back together soon.
I am un-enthused about going back to work this morning. 11 days away from that place was a complete and total tease. The only reason I’m up this early and blogging before work… I was afraid I wouldn’t wake up to my alarm. That made for a really restful night of sleep. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. I want to go back to my warm, warm bed.
Here’s hoping I stay awake and survive the day.