Less than a week after my husband deployed to Iraq, I was already spending every spare second browsing discount airfare Web sites, searching for the cheapest fare I could find to be back in the Lower 48 for Christmas.
I realize Mary and Joseph probably didn't have a lot of company or daylight as Mary was popping out a baby in the hay by a manger, but I wasn't a big fan of spending my savior's birthday pregnant and alone in the dark in Alaska. So I bought tickets to my well-lit, people-filled and restaurant-ready hometown of Dayton, Ohio, for the holiday season instead.
Dayton would be my answer, I told myself, the cure-all to all my holiday missing-Matt woes.
But as I loaded up my suitcases and packed up my puppy to head home last Wednesday night, I found that the trip back home that I had been billing for months as my missing-Matt medicine suddenly seemed a little less healing, and a little more heartbreaking. [...]
Being home for Christmas doesn't always mend a broken heart
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By Michelle Cuthrell, News-Miner
Less than a week after my husband deployed to Iraq, I was already spending every spare second browsing discount airfare Web sites, searching for the cheapest fare I could find to be back in the Lower 48 for Christmas.
I realize Mary and Joseph probably didn't have a lot of company or daylight as Mary was popping out a baby in the hay by a manger, but I wasn't a big fan of spending my savior's birthday pregnant and alone in the dark in Alaska. So I bought tickets to my well-lit, people-filled and restaurant-ready hometown of Dayton, Ohio, for the holiday season instead.
