The time difference between my hubby and I is eight and half hours. When I'm finishing up at the gym in the morning, he's getting ready to go to bed.
Lately we've fallen into a routine where we email back and forth when he first gets up. I lay in bed around 11:30 each night hoping to hear my phone signal I have an email. Some nights all I get is a one liner saying he loves me and has a meeting. Some nights we go back and forth for an hour or more trading ideas about new kitchen appliances and where we want to head on the next vacation (Prague is at the top of the list currently).
I look forward to these emails even more than the occassional skype calls we get. It seems more natural, less of a performance. I spend most of the skype time trying to keep K interested. And to see him is a physical reminder of just how far away he is. You see him in camo in a tent and there is no way to pretend he's just out in the field for a few days.
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