Well, tomorrow is Remembrance Day and once again I find myself in a place of reflection. Dh is home, he just got home this weekend.  He’s here for a week, give or take.  And I’m enjoying having him there, even if it’s just sitting on the couch behind me shining his boots. Today at church, there was a moment of silence and a video of our church families service to commemorate tomorrow’s importance.  Watching Dh’s pictures flash for all three deployments, the truth of my feelings each Remembrance Day were clear. Three deployments.  3 times I said goodbye and he got on that plane. All three times he came home.  In one piece.  To me, who had been waiting, Home.  With me. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen on movies or TV, where the soldier writes a letter to his spouses before he heads into harms way, saying all the things he needs her to know? I had always assumed Dh had one of those, he just hadn’t told me, and I have by the grace of God, never had to read it. But I learned a while ago there had never been a letter. Not that Dh had never been in danger, in fact, he has been more than I’m sure I will ever know.  Or want to know. But Dh’s philosophy has been that his goal is to live his time with us in a way that if something were to happen to him, he would have nothing he had left unsaid. At first this made me mad, I mean, I would have nothing to hold on to. But…