I've noticed that when I watch the Olympic swimming competitions, I think of my soldier. I remember shortly after we stopped seeing each other and before his deployment, he was training at a local pool. He called me after his swim and said,
"At one point during my laps, I was at the wall with my back to the pool. I heard a lady with her children. In my mind's eye, I just knew it was you and your girls.... I miss you."
So I watched this race. I cheered and I screamed and...I cried. And it made me miss him even more. It'd be nice to have him here to watch it with me.
*sigh* I love the Olympics. Go USA!