counting beats, days, and blessings

I've been feeling his pulse lately. At first it wasn't intentional; I was merely stroking his arm and my fingers naturally rested upon his wrist. But now the "thump, thump, thump" under my fingertips has been like a life line. I love the rhythm, the slow and strong pace of his pulse. I feel it every chance I can without getting caught because I know I won't get to feel it for awhile. Sometimes I count the beats, much like counting down the days until he leaves. Being an Army wife isn't easy; loving a man who runs to danger and not away from it feels like a heroic feat itself. There is something so precious about these days: The kisses are longer, the hugs sweeter, the dances closer. Arguments seem to work themselves out quicker and the dishes aren't really that big of a deal. He says he'll come back and I have to believe that. But while he's here, I'm stealing every moment I can. And whether you love a man like mine or not, I hope our experience encourages you to hug a little sweeter too. Ciao, I have a soldier to love on.