faith2dea

I meandered the ballroom at an Officer's Club on base last Wednesday night, trying to wait patiently for my husband, who, unbeknownst to me, was also wandering around trying to locate his phone-less wife. I had left my phone with the kids at home, as I often do when mom and dad go out. Why do I always get left alone? I thought. Everyone looks old. I dismissed the plaguing thoughts, understanding what the event was for and why I was there.  Tired of being idle, I naturally picked up a conversation with a woman standing in line to get drinks. At check-in, we were all given stubs to redeem for beverages. Soon enough, my husband and I spotted one another, and he relayed how he'd been circling, looking for me. We moved to a finely set table with extra seats, only to discover no one else had brought their wives for dinner. It would be a three-course meal, and the host welcomed all to what he expected to be a three-hour evening. Instead of shrinking internally with discomfort, I chos...