It had been nine months since Jennifer McAllister had tied the big yellow bow around the tree in the front yard, shortly after saying a tearful goodbye to her husband, Rick, right before he shipped overseas with his military unit. It’s true that they had been communicating as often as possible via the internet and Skype, but a computer was no substitute for the warmth of your husband’s arms around you in the dark of night or for his tender kisses on your lips in the early morning dawn.
And even though her life had gone on as usual while he’d been away, it was also as though time had been standing still for her because she’d been waiting for him to come home – just waiting, ever so patiently, day after day, week after week, month after month.
But now that wait was almost over and in five more…
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