A Request

Saturdays are an all day chat fest with my husband. MashaAllah we are so lucky to have web cams to talk with each other. It makes the separation much easier. He likes to feel as though he is there with us. I take my laptop in Abdu's room and they "play" together. They watch children's Arabic videos. Abdu likes to show his dad how high he can jump or how hard he can kick his new ball. They yell. Oh boy do they yell. It's a load of fun just watching them.

My husband, believe it or not, even enjoys watching me cook. I will bring the laptop into the kitchen and give him a show. He oohs and aaaahs. It makes me feel great when he tells me how much he misses eating that dish and how much he wishes he could have it now.

I will even put on some makeup and nice clothes and my cute little apron. It puts a smile on his face. I know it is hard for him so I try to do what I can to make him happy. I try very hard to ease his pain. I let him know how much I need him and how important he is to me. He is very happy that I can be self sufficient and he doesn't need to worry about us, but it weighs on his manhood. For him, being a good father and provider are what makes him a man. I have to stroke his ego a bit. I gladly do that waiting for the day he comes home.

After inquiring about what I was cooking for dinner he asked me for something. His request was simple. He wanted a few things when he gets home. I had made a special meal before he left and he was requesting his returning meal now. HA! That man is crazy. He isn't even home yet and he's already thinking about food. When he arrives back in the US he will have: shorba fereek, sambousa, stir-fry, basmati rice, and salmon. I sure am one lucky gal if this is truly all he really wants.