At night when I crawl into bed;
My lonely pillow ‘neath my head;
I close my eyes and say a prayer;
“God keep him safe way over there;
And make me strong so I wont cry;
It’s kind of hard to be alone ;
To teach the kids when there half grown;
With out the strength of a fathers hand;
To guide them in this troubled land;
And God will you please let him know;
How much we love and miss him so.”
And then I feel across the bed;
to where he use to lay his head.
And whisper to the evening air;
“Good night my darling way over there.”
~Author Unknown
Take comfort in also knowing that there are so many in prayer for both your husband (and all the brave men like him) and also their families waiting for them at home.