One more week...

Just one more week and hubby will be home... Everyday I cross out a day mentally - as I count down to the day he'll be back at home again. The last two over weeks was spent in a rather disoriented manner. I felt a sense of loss without him around and it was then that I realise how reliant I was on him since we got married - and yes, we're not even 6 months married!

Hubby did call home whenever possible. At times we'll send sms to each other to find out how things are and to keep each other updated on the changes while he's not at home.  Last Thursday was Deepavali public holiday, and it was also on this day that FIL fell down and injured his right hand. It really affected his ability to drive because he's not able to lift his arms properly.  I only came to know about this when I visited my in laws on the following Sunday.  FIL had requested that I keep this from hubby - but I know I just can't. I can only assure hubby that his dad is well and that I'll keep him posted if things did not turn out well.

One interesting thing though - hubby and I just realised (over a recent phone conversation) that we're so 'connected' that we even get sore throat at the same time when we are at two different places. Coincidence?