Joey finished reading the letter as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
She missed him so much and hadn't seen him for almost a year. Now,
finally, he was coming home to her.
There wasn't a single day that she didn't think about him. She kept a candle lit in the front window of their apartment for him.
Joey sat down on the couch and looked over at the Christmas tree. It was hard to decorate it without him. So many memories were kept in those storage boxes. The tree was glowing with beautiful white lights and had funky ornaments that she had made when she was little. Joey couldn't believe that her mother had kept those ornaments for all those years. There was one ornament that was her favorite. It was a picture frame that she had made out of popsicle sticks and puzzles pieces when she was younger. In the frame, Joey put a picture of herself and Pacey when they were little.
Joey hated to think about how bad Pacey was feeling overseas. Watching him get on that plane was one of the hardest things to watch. She was crying, and just before Pacey entered the plane, he turned to her, blew a kiss and smiled; the last time she would see him smile for eleven months.
But now, she smiled, because now Pacey was coming home. He was coming home to her for Christmas.
***
The ice-cold, thirty-five degree wind stung Joey's face as she anxiously watched the sky for any sight of Pacey's plane. A small crowd was gathered around her, waiting for their loved ones to return to them. Then she saw it. Joey watched as the enormous plane pulled up and stopped right in front of them.
A crewmember wheeled a ramp up to the plane hatch and the door was opened. The people gathered around them raised their American flags and cheered as their heroes started to get off of the plane. Joey moved up to get a better look of the soldiers walking off of the plane.
Then Joey saw him slowly walk down the steps. She gasped and covered her mouth. Pacey saw her and they ran toward each other. Joey started crying as he lifted her up into his strong arms. "I missed you so much." She sobbed. "I missed you too." Pacey whispered. He buried his head in her hair. She always smelled so good, he missed her smell.
Pacey set Joey down, kissed her and enveloped her into another hug. "I love you so much Joey." Joey started to cry harder. Pacey smiled at her and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "Don't cry Joey," He whispered, "I'm home for Christmas." Joey smiled and hugged him as hard as she could. "Yes you are Pace, yes you are."
There wasn't a single day that she didn't think about him. She kept a candle lit in the front window of their apartment for him.
Joey sat down on the couch and looked over at the Christmas tree. It was hard to decorate it without him. So many memories were kept in those storage boxes. The tree was glowing with beautiful white lights and had funky ornaments that she had made when she was little. Joey couldn't believe that her mother had kept those ornaments for all those years. There was one ornament that was her favorite. It was a picture frame that she had made out of popsicle sticks and puzzles pieces when she was younger. In the frame, Joey put a picture of herself and Pacey when they were little.
Joey hated to think about how bad Pacey was feeling overseas. Watching him get on that plane was one of the hardest things to watch. She was crying, and just before Pacey entered the plane, he turned to her, blew a kiss and smiled; the last time she would see him smile for eleven months.
But now, she smiled, because now Pacey was coming home. He was coming home to her for Christmas.
***
The ice-cold, thirty-five degree wind stung Joey's face as she anxiously watched the sky for any sight of Pacey's plane. A small crowd was gathered around her, waiting for their loved ones to return to them. Then she saw it. Joey watched as the enormous plane pulled up and stopped right in front of them.
A crewmember wheeled a ramp up to the plane hatch and the door was opened. The people gathered around them raised their American flags and cheered as their heroes started to get off of the plane. Joey moved up to get a better look of the soldiers walking off of the plane.
Then Joey saw him slowly walk down the steps. She gasped and covered her mouth. Pacey saw her and they ran toward each other. Joey started crying as he lifted her up into his strong arms. "I missed you so much." She sobbed. "I missed you too." Pacey whispered. He buried his head in her hair. She always smelled so good, he missed her smell.
Pacey set Joey down, kissed her and enveloped her into another hug. "I love you so much Joey." Joey started to cry harder. Pacey smiled at her and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "Don't cry Joey," He whispered, "I'm home for Christmas." Joey smiled and hugged him as hard as she could. "Yes you are Pace, yes you are."