As with most stressful situations, it always seems a little glimmer of hope pops up just when you need it.
I received my glimmer Thursday afternoon, when LT text me saying his manager told him he was getting cut that evening.
Holy cow. Three long months of him working 4 states away was suddenly, finally coming to an end.
I won't lie, it was bittersweet. Him getting cut means no more paycheck either. Unfortunately, with this gig if you ain't workin, you ain't gettin paid. But for the time being, him coming home is exactly what I needed.
Friday afternoon he packed up his apartment and hit the road. A long 9 hours later, his truck pulled into my driveway and that cliche "run out the door and jump into his arms" movie moment unfolded right outside my little old house.
It hasn't even been 48 hours but I just feel so much more content knowing he's back in the same area code.
We did a few little home projects around my house, caught a hockey game, had a few meals and started finding our way back into a routine.
Aghh. I can't even tell you how happy I am to be riding shotgun with that boy again.