BY EILEEN BRADY THE NEWS JOURNAL OF WILMINGTON, OHIO A handmade card, a table full of flowers, blue skies, warm sunshine and a squeaky-voiced “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy.” It was nearly perfect.
Finally, at 10:46 a.m., the phone rang. My husband was on the other end. “Would you like to go to lunch on Tuesday?” he asked. I could not have been happier. Lunch? On Tuesday? That’s my idea of Mother’s Day perfection? It is when the phone call comes from the Middle East, and the future lunch date is the first one in months, with a handsome Air Force officer who was called to duty in January. My husband is coming home from Afghanistan, after a long, tough winter for everyone involved.
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