February, 4, 2012 Saturday
The call came before noon and I could hear something strange in my husband’s voice. “Hone, pack your stuff, you’re coming home”, it was difficult almost impossible to believe and part of me didn’t want to believe it; it was too good to be true. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that an answer was waiting for me in Juarez. My lungs began to tighten and I could feel the breath from within my soul leaving me. It couldn’t be happening; the answer I waited for 23 years for was finally here. I wanted to cry and jump for joy but my brain wouldn’t let my heart get ahead of itself. I have often been told that I think too much and don’t “feel” enough. If those people knew the pain I have been living for 23 years they might stop saying that. Immediately I go into practical mode and remind myself and everyone else on the other end of the phone that this is an answer but may not be the one we want. My sister yells at me she says I am too negative, my father is upset and I can hear my husband about to sob. I hang up the phone and I am upset, how could I possibly be upset when this just might be the happiest day of my life? My husband sends me a text and apologizes for being happy; he tells me he has to believe that something good has to come out of all this time spent apart. I am glad that one of us still has the strength to believe.
With every day that passes I believe and hope a little less. Of course I apologize to my husband and tell him that he never has to apologize for being happy for us, for hoping or believing. I put on my best fake voice, call him back and pretend that I am just as happy when in fact total and utter fear has set in. What if the response is not positive? What if I can’t go home now or ever? Friends start to call and text, my sister in her excitement told some of my friends and within seconds everyone is sending prayers and planning welcome home parties. I am hesitant to say much and let them know that we won’t know until Monday what the magic envelope says. Somewhere in Juarez, Mexico are my hopes and dreams, my husbands, my family and my friends waiting inside some envelope in the bottom of some box waiting to be opened.
Of course I lay in bed but can’t sleep; dad will head out for Juarez tomorrow and be there early enough to open my future. I wonder what the rest of our lives will look like.