So at the request/demand from Sarah...I will write an update blog.
Tim has been gone for 2 weeks and 1 day. It actually, surprisingly, hasn't been as hard as I was expecting. Yes...yes...I know, everyone told me I'd be okay..but watching the days get closer and closer for him to leave..it was hard. I was able to speak to him pretty regularly from when he left til he went down range for basic, which was Monday, Nov 9th. They were allowed to have their phones and I think most of that was due to the Ft. Hood shootings. A lot of them were pretty shooken up, as was the nation. The night before he went down range, Sunday the 8th, he was able to speak to me on the phone for about 45 minutes and he was depressed. He said he was ready to get it over with so he could come home, but that he really missed us. I don't blame him..what those guys (when I say that, I'm including women too) were about to go through is pretty rough stuff. Especially the drill sergeants telling the fathers 'don't worry about your kids, Jodi (what the military refers to as the man who steps in when you're not around) is taking care of them and fucking your wife' Yeah, pretty heavy shit. Doesn't sound too bad written out, but those soldiers will tell you, that when you're sleep deprived, privacy deprived and homesick..it gets to you. We ended our phone conversation on a good note, with him laughing, excited and ready to get it all taken care of.
He called me Monday morning for 10 seconds telling me they needed a scanned copy of my drivers license, that they needed it for DEERS. He then called me for another 15 seconds on Tuesday morning to tell me his mailing address. Within that 15 seconds I asked how he was doing and he said 'awesome, i'm enjoying it.' I asked if he had been 'smoked' yet and he said 'oh yeah...we all have'. And that was the end to our phone convo's. I haven't heard from him in a week but have written multiple letters. I miss him like crazy but I'm not letting it get me down, gotta stay positive. He told me in the beginning, 'you can't get depressed because I need you to be strong for me. If you get depressed, I get depressed, and we don't want that!' So I've been staying positive. 29 days til I am able to pick him up from the airport and he is wearing his ACU's...hot stuff. And yes, I've already bought a new outfit for that occasion. :)
On to another topic, I quit my job. HOORAY!!! I'm not going to talk about how awful that place was or how management was all screwed in the head, because lets face it, everyone knows by now. I am so excited to be a stay at home mom again. Tim always jokes that I am allergic to work and that if he can make it work, he'd rather me never have to work another day in my life. I support that decision, lol. I do want to go to school one day to make myself a bit independent..but right now..I am happy to sit at home with my girls watching cartoons in the morning, baking blueberry muffins for breakfast and going for walks and going on playdates. :) I plan on, hopefully soon, buying a double jogging stroller so the girls and I can start going on LOOONG walks and I can get some more excercise. Except the really nice strollers are fairly expensive, at least in my opinion. Hopefully I can get one of those strollers soon though.
Madison has started sleeping in my old twin size bed that is in her room. When you see me say 'her room' what that means is..we are living with my mother, and my bedroom was left the way it was when I moved out back in 2005. What we did when we moved in was, we emptied the closet, since I obviously can't fit into any of that crap anymore, and we put the girls clothes in it. We then assembled Madison's bed in my room. So my old room, is now, her room. Well she started climbing out of the crib and climbing into my twin size bed and started sleeping in it. Right now I have the crib pushed up along side the bed so she can't roll off (the bed is against a wall so it only has one open side). It's working for now, I just need to get one of those bed rails that hooks on under the mattress, so I can FINALLY get rid of the crib. I can't believe Madison will be turning 2 on the 7th of next month. Where does the time go? Really!?
Mackenzie's attitude is finally improving after being home for awhile and not around the kids at her school. For the entire time she was enrolled, she was terrible. Hitting, kicking, spitting, talking back and being disrespectful, and not just at school but at home too. Everyone was getting tired of it quick and despite the discipline, talks and things being taken away..it wasn't getting any better. I think she was just desperate for attention, she has spent her entire life with one on one contact...she gets bored easily and likes to always have something to catch her attention..and I don't think she was getting that while I was working. Mackenzie is spoiled and not the bad kind of spoiled, not spoiled with toys and materialistic things, she is spoiled with attention and interaction. She doesn't want you to throw a toy down infront of her and walk away..she wants you to play with her. She doesn't want you to give her some crayons and paper..she wants you to talk to her while she does. This kid is a full time job :) but it makes for a healthy toddler. It was hard on her being away from Madison also. They weren't able to play with each other, and by the time they got home from school..they were both so tired and grouchy they fought until bed time. It's nice to see them playing together again and laughing.
Well Sarah...how was that for an update? lol
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
My husband left today..
So Tim left this afternoon for Army basic training at Fort Jackson, South Carolina.
I am at a complete loss for words. I seriously have nothing to say about all of this, and I don't really want too. So for a future disclaimer, if you see me out and about, say walking in HEB, don't ask me 'how are you doing?' because it's highly likely I'll just burst into tears. This has happened already. The tellers at our bank saw me and asked 'Did Tim leave today? How are you doing?' and I almost lost it. I simply said 'Yeah he did, and it's hard.' and I think my eyes getting teary gave them the hint.
It's what I told Tim, I'm not crying because I'm upset that he joined or that I wish he hadn't, because it's not that. I am very VERY proud of my husband for becoming a soldier, especially in war time. I'm upset because for the past 5 years I have had my best friend with me every day and have been able to joke and laugh with him, and now, he's gone. Well not 'gone' gone, but you know what I mean. It's so hard to hear a simple song on the radio that him and I would sing all the words too and not have him in the seat beside me singing along. It's hard that when I came back to pick up the girl's from their Oma's house, that Madison was upset because Daddy didn't come back with me. He's my best friend and I miss him dearly, I want him back home too.
I know that now that he's in the military it's 'one of those things you have to get use too', but saying that is a whole lot easier than doing it. I swear if someone says it to me one more time, I'm going to ask them where they found their fucking 'emotion switch' to turn off. It's not easy, it's not easy to know something in your head and then to put it into actions, when it's not what you're use too. Am I going to eventually get over this? No, I don't think you get over something like this. Am I going to learn how to cope with it, where I don't cry at the drop of a hat? I certainly hope so.
I put on Tim's St.Christopher necklace earlier when I came home from the recruiter's station, after dropping him off. It's a necklace Tim's mother bought for him a few years ago. Tim isn't really big on it, but he wears it when he goes on a trip or has to leave us for a certain amount of time. I had planned on buying him a more sturdy one for him to wear at basic, but I didn't have the money. So I'm wearing it while he is gone. It's weird to me, I'm not Catholic and don't really understand the whole saint thing, but it makes me feel better.
I'm rambling. He comes home in 45 days for two weeks. Yay, another countdown. I can't wait til I can have him home with me again, even if it's only for two weeks.
I am at a complete loss for words. I seriously have nothing to say about all of this, and I don't really want too. So for a future disclaimer, if you see me out and about, say walking in HEB, don't ask me 'how are you doing?' because it's highly likely I'll just burst into tears. This has happened already. The tellers at our bank saw me and asked 'Did Tim leave today? How are you doing?' and I almost lost it. I simply said 'Yeah he did, and it's hard.' and I think my eyes getting teary gave them the hint.
It's what I told Tim, I'm not crying because I'm upset that he joined or that I wish he hadn't, because it's not that. I am very VERY proud of my husband for becoming a soldier, especially in war time. I'm upset because for the past 5 years I have had my best friend with me every day and have been able to joke and laugh with him, and now, he's gone. Well not 'gone' gone, but you know what I mean. It's so hard to hear a simple song on the radio that him and I would sing all the words too and not have him in the seat beside me singing along. It's hard that when I came back to pick up the girl's from their Oma's house, that Madison was upset because Daddy didn't come back with me. He's my best friend and I miss him dearly, I want him back home too.
I know that now that he's in the military it's 'one of those things you have to get use too', but saying that is a whole lot easier than doing it. I swear if someone says it to me one more time, I'm going to ask them where they found their fucking 'emotion switch' to turn off. It's not easy, it's not easy to know something in your head and then to put it into actions, when it's not what you're use too. Am I going to eventually get over this? No, I don't think you get over something like this. Am I going to learn how to cope with it, where I don't cry at the drop of a hat? I certainly hope so.
I put on Tim's St.Christopher necklace earlier when I came home from the recruiter's station, after dropping him off. It's a necklace Tim's mother bought for him a few years ago. Tim isn't really big on it, but he wears it when he goes on a trip or has to leave us for a certain amount of time. I had planned on buying him a more sturdy one for him to wear at basic, but I didn't have the money. So I'm wearing it while he is gone. It's weird to me, I'm not Catholic and don't really understand the whole saint thing, but it makes me feel better.
I'm rambling. He comes home in 45 days for two weeks. Yay, another countdown. I can't wait til I can have him home with me again, even if it's only for two weeks.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Madison had a seizure
Madison had a seizure at day care.
She was sitting at the table eating lunch when her entire body turned blue and she started shaking. She wouldn't respond to my voice or me touching her, so I called for the director to come see her. She walked in the room and told me to take her the emergency room. Madison has had a fever since last Thursday that had been fluctuating throughout the day. Mornings would be great, afternoons would be bad, then nights were fine.
Well we don't have insurance so I drove her to the Lonestar Circle of Care clinic here in Round Rock. I walked in, bawling my eyes out holding a blue baby who's eyes were rolling in the back of her head and they called their triage nurse. She took her temp and it was 104.5, she told me 'She needs to go to Dells children hospital', she gave me a map but I wasn't in any mind state to drive, I was hysterical just crying. I had called Tim's mother on the way to LSCoC, and when I walked out her and michelle were there, so she drove Madison and I quickly down there.
We got there, they brought her back and her temp was 104.9, and still climbing. They gave her motrin and took her BPM, it was 180. They wanted to run three tests on her to rule out certain things it could be. A flu test, that was negative, a xray to rule out pneumonia, it wasn't, then a catheter to see if it was a bladder infection. It wasn't.
The doctor said it is most likely a virus that she can't shake. He said the seizure she had at school was probably caused by the fact that her fever peaked so quickly to 104.5 from 100s. We've been instructed that if it happens again this weekend, to bring her back in to be admitted to the hospital.
While writing that, ^^^, Madison woke up and her fever has gone back up from the low 100s, back up to 102.6...
Edited to add: They basically don't know what is wrong with her, and the doctor admitted that. He said that they can't tell what it is.
She was sitting at the table eating lunch when her entire body turned blue and she started shaking. She wouldn't respond to my voice or me touching her, so I called for the director to come see her. She walked in the room and told me to take her the emergency room. Madison has had a fever since last Thursday that had been fluctuating throughout the day. Mornings would be great, afternoons would be bad, then nights were fine.
Well we don't have insurance so I drove her to the Lonestar Circle of Care clinic here in Round Rock. I walked in, bawling my eyes out holding a blue baby who's eyes were rolling in the back of her head and they called their triage nurse. She took her temp and it was 104.5, she told me 'She needs to go to Dells children hospital', she gave me a map but I wasn't in any mind state to drive, I was hysterical just crying. I had called Tim's mother on the way to LSCoC, and when I walked out her and michelle were there, so she drove Madison and I quickly down there.
We got there, they brought her back and her temp was 104.9, and still climbing. They gave her motrin and took her BPM, it was 180. They wanted to run three tests on her to rule out certain things it could be. A flu test, that was negative, a xray to rule out pneumonia, it wasn't, then a catheter to see if it was a bladder infection. It wasn't.
The doctor said it is most likely a virus that she can't shake. He said the seizure she had at school was probably caused by the fact that her fever peaked so quickly to 104.5 from 100s. We've been instructed that if it happens again this weekend, to bring her back in to be admitted to the hospital.
While writing that, ^^^, Madison woke up and her fever has gone back up from the low 100s, back up to 102.6...
Edited to add: They basically don't know what is wrong with her, and the doctor admitted that. He said that they can't tell what it is.
Friday, September 4, 2009
New adventure
So as many of you know, the girls and myself are on a new adventure...
the girls are now in pre-school and I am now working again.
I filled out an online inquiry for employment on the Stepping Stone School website, well I got a call back and had an interview on Monday (8/31), the initial interview went great and they told me to report to a school, #15, on Tuesday for my second interview. It would be an hour long and I could take my girls.
So on Tuesday I went and Mackenzie went to her own class and Madison came with me into the 2s class while I watched one of the teachers. After my hour of observing I went and talked to the director where she told me I had the job if I wanted it and that they would be calling me.
So on Wednesday I got the phone call telling me that orientation would be on Thursday and that I could drop my girls off at their school while I attended it. So Thursday morning I woke up bright and early (5:45am) and got dressed then woke up the girls and got them ready. I took the girls to their school and of course there were tears. Mackenzie was exhausted because she woke up so darn early, in fact she even told me "Mom, it's too early for this nonsense, I want to go back to bed." It was cute. Madison was a complete wreck, I knew she would be. That child is attached to me 24/7.
I attended orientation and then raced back to pickup my girls, eager to hear the stories Mackenzie would have. I showed up smack dab in the middle of nap time..but of course my kids were the only children awake during nap time in their classrooms. ::sigh:: shocker.
Well today was my training day, so once again I dropped the girls off at their school..where both were screaming this time when I left them. This behavior is crazy for Mackenzie who rarely has separation issues. In fact I don't remember her ever crying because we weren't there. That was pretty upset, but Kelti, I did what you told me too, both days! I gave them a kiss, told them bye..then turned and walked out. I didn't go back when they started crying.
I was to attend training in Austin and as I had ended up late to orientation on Thursday I decided to give myself more time to get down there through traffic. Well, my luck..no traffic..so I was an hour early!! This would work to my benefit in the long run. I was suppose to show up at 8:30 and leave at 12:00 to report to my school at 1:30 where I would finish my day. I didn't take money or pack a lunch because I had planned on swinging by the house and grabbing a bite before going to my school...well they told me around 9 that I would stay there the whole day. This kinda screwed up my plan, but the director ended up buying me lunch, how sweet. I ended up helping in a 10-15 month classroom and those kids were too sweet. Besides the snotty noses..and crankiness at nap time..it was very enjoyable. Well since I had showed up an hour early, it meant I got to leave an hour early..so at 4:30 I got in the car, drove to pick up Tim from work and we went to get our girls. We went and got the girls from their rooms and they clung to us til we put them in their car seats. Tim hadn't seen their school yet, so this was the perfect opportunity for him to see it seeing as beginning Tuesday I will just take them when I leave work.
That's right, I said it...I start at my new school on Tuesday. I'm so very excited and I hope that this isn't a too good to be true kinda thing, because doing this will help keep the girls and I busy through this first separation in our military life. Keep your fingers crossed!
(I didn't go back and read through to see if it made any sense..so if anything sounds weird...that's why. That and people kept talking to me while I was writing it)
the girls are now in pre-school and I am now working again.
I filled out an online inquiry for employment on the Stepping Stone School website, well I got a call back and had an interview on Monday (8/31), the initial interview went great and they told me to report to a school, #15, on Tuesday for my second interview. It would be an hour long and I could take my girls.
So on Tuesday I went and Mackenzie went to her own class and Madison came with me into the 2s class while I watched one of the teachers. After my hour of observing I went and talked to the director where she told me I had the job if I wanted it and that they would be calling me.
So on Wednesday I got the phone call telling me that orientation would be on Thursday and that I could drop my girls off at their school while I attended it. So Thursday morning I woke up bright and early (5:45am) and got dressed then woke up the girls and got them ready. I took the girls to their school and of course there were tears. Mackenzie was exhausted because she woke up so darn early, in fact she even told me "Mom, it's too early for this nonsense, I want to go back to bed." It was cute. Madison was a complete wreck, I knew she would be. That child is attached to me 24/7.
I attended orientation and then raced back to pickup my girls, eager to hear the stories Mackenzie would have. I showed up smack dab in the middle of nap time..but of course my kids were the only children awake during nap time in their classrooms. ::sigh:: shocker.
Well today was my training day, so once again I dropped the girls off at their school..where both were screaming this time when I left them. This behavior is crazy for Mackenzie who rarely has separation issues. In fact I don't remember her ever crying because we weren't there. That was pretty upset, but Kelti, I did what you told me too, both days! I gave them a kiss, told them bye..then turned and walked out. I didn't go back when they started crying.
I was to attend training in Austin and as I had ended up late to orientation on Thursday I decided to give myself more time to get down there through traffic. Well, my luck..no traffic..so I was an hour early!! This would work to my benefit in the long run. I was suppose to show up at 8:30 and leave at 12:00 to report to my school at 1:30 where I would finish my day. I didn't take money or pack a lunch because I had planned on swinging by the house and grabbing a bite before going to my school...well they told me around 9 that I would stay there the whole day. This kinda screwed up my plan, but the director ended up buying me lunch, how sweet. I ended up helping in a 10-15 month classroom and those kids were too sweet. Besides the snotty noses..and crankiness at nap time..it was very enjoyable. Well since I had showed up an hour early, it meant I got to leave an hour early..so at 4:30 I got in the car, drove to pick up Tim from work and we went to get our girls. We went and got the girls from their rooms and they clung to us til we put them in their car seats. Tim hadn't seen their school yet, so this was the perfect opportunity for him to see it seeing as beginning Tuesday I will just take them when I leave work.
That's right, I said it...I start at my new school on Tuesday. I'm so very excited and I hope that this isn't a too good to be true kinda thing, because doing this will help keep the girls and I busy through this first separation in our military life. Keep your fingers crossed!
(I didn't go back and read through to see if it made any sense..so if anything sounds weird...that's why. That and people kept talking to me while I was writing it)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Couches aren't for jumping
So last night we were at Jon & Kim's playing Phase 10. Well our two girls and their daughter Payton were playing in the living room.
Well Mackenzie was jumping on their couch and Tim stood up in the kitchen to tell her to sit down and she jumped down to land on her knees and when she did she leaned forward and smacked her mouth on a wooden part of the couch. She started screaming and Tim held her for about 15 minutes..he even checked if she was bleeding and she wasn't. So Tim held Mackenzie and we kept playing our game.
Well she ended up crying for about 35 minutes so I asked Tim to let me see her. Well I pulled her top lip up and the entire top of her mouth was covered with blood.
I wiped it off her teeth and I saw that she had knocked her top left tooth back.
So we left and went straight to HEB and bought Tylenol and apple juice, her request. We brought her home, gave her the Tylenol and then I moved her tooth back forward.
She cried and it bled a lot, so I put ice on it. I got the blood out of her mouth and she saw it on a paper towel and to keep her from freaking out I said.. "Did you eat fingernail polish!?" She told me "no..." I said.."well what's that then?" and between cries she told me it was fingernail polish. It was adorable. I had painted her toenails and fingernails red earlier that day, so it was the first thing to pop into my head. lol.
Last night she ended up rolling off her bed twice and smacking her face, which is strange because she NEVER falls off her bed. Poor kiddo doesn't have any luck. Her bed sheet had blood spots all over it this morning when she woke up, so today is laundry day!
Poor baby girl! Her mouth is all swollen and her gums are bruised. :(
Well Mackenzie was jumping on their couch and Tim stood up in the kitchen to tell her to sit down and she jumped down to land on her knees and when she did she leaned forward and smacked her mouth on a wooden part of the couch. She started screaming and Tim held her for about 15 minutes..he even checked if she was bleeding and she wasn't. So Tim held Mackenzie and we kept playing our game.
Well she ended up crying for about 35 minutes so I asked Tim to let me see her. Well I pulled her top lip up and the entire top of her mouth was covered with blood.
I wiped it off her teeth and I saw that she had knocked her top left tooth back.
So we left and went straight to HEB and bought Tylenol and apple juice, her request. We brought her home, gave her the Tylenol and then I moved her tooth back forward.
She cried and it bled a lot, so I put ice on it. I got the blood out of her mouth and she saw it on a paper towel and to keep her from freaking out I said.. "Did you eat fingernail polish!?" She told me "no..." I said.."well what's that then?" and between cries she told me it was fingernail polish. It was adorable. I had painted her toenails and fingernails red earlier that day, so it was the first thing to pop into my head. lol.
Last night she ended up rolling off her bed twice and smacking her face, which is strange because she NEVER falls off her bed. Poor kiddo doesn't have any luck. Her bed sheet had blood spots all over it this morning when she woke up, so today is laundry day!
Poor baby girl! Her mouth is all swollen and her gums are bruised. :(
Friday, August 14, 2009
I need to pout.
So I need to pout, because things aren't going as we had thought they would.
For some reason...we are broke. Tim is making money..and we don't have a rent to pay but we are still struggling to pay our bills. I had expected to save some money prior to Tim's basic and AIT to be a cushion during the transition from his plumbing job, to his military job. (We are struggling because some how..Tim's $90 credit card bill..is now a $264 bill..even though we haven't touched the card in months and have been making all our payments on time.)
We've been told to expect that first check to come anywhere from 30-60 days after he leaves for basic. Which means that for the month of November and possibly December..we won't have any money to pay our bills.
So what it boils down to is.. it doesn't look like Tim will be able to put in his two weeks come October. I was hoping he could make his last day October 23rd..then be home with us until he leaves November 3rd. It's not looking like it will work out that way because we won't have any money saved up to pay the bills for November if he doesn't work right up until the last day he is here.
I'm pretty upset about this because...well..it sucks. I was really hoping that he'd be able to spend those last two weeks home with the girls. It sucks. It really really really sucks. But hey...I can't complain too much if at all. At least we have money for our bills..there are a lot of people in this country right now that are hurting, so I am thankful that he is still making money, even if it's not as much as we had hoped.
Sorry if this didn't make any sense...my mind tends to wander at night.
(All you military people..if I am wrong about any of this..please correct me and put my mind at ease..or send me into a state of panic)
For some reason...we are broke. Tim is making money..and we don't have a rent to pay but we are still struggling to pay our bills. I had expected to save some money prior to Tim's basic and AIT to be a cushion during the transition from his plumbing job, to his military job. (We are struggling because some how..Tim's $90 credit card bill..is now a $264 bill..even though we haven't touched the card in months and have been making all our payments on time.)
We've been told to expect that first check to come anywhere from 30-60 days after he leaves for basic. Which means that for the month of November and possibly December..we won't have any money to pay our bills.
So what it boils down to is.. it doesn't look like Tim will be able to put in his two weeks come October. I was hoping he could make his last day October 23rd..then be home with us until he leaves November 3rd. It's not looking like it will work out that way because we won't have any money saved up to pay the bills for November if he doesn't work right up until the last day he is here.
I'm pretty upset about this because...well..it sucks. I was really hoping that he'd be able to spend those last two weeks home with the girls. It sucks. It really really really sucks. But hey...I can't complain too much if at all. At least we have money for our bills..there are a lot of people in this country right now that are hurting, so I am thankful that he is still making money, even if it's not as much as we had hoped.
Sorry if this didn't make any sense...my mind tends to wander at night.
(All you military people..if I am wrong about any of this..please correct me and put my mind at ease..or send me into a state of panic)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
81 Days
81 days until Tim leaves for basic.
What am I going to do with myself to keep my sanity while he is gone? Stay busy...busy busy busy! I am currently looking for a job at a daycare or YMCA, where I can take the girls with me. I'm well aware that if I work and put my children in daycare I wouldn't make any money and all of it would go to child care costs, hence why I haven't worked in the past. BUT. I won't be working for the money..I will be working to keep the girls and myself busy and our minds off daddy being gone. It's going to be hard, but we can do it.
To the wives of husbands who are deployed, have been deployed or are soon to be deployed..I have such a high respect for you. For the women who are mom and dad while daddy is gone..I have such an extremely high level of respect for you. I am so thankful for each of you, for supporting your husbands while they are away. I will be honest, I was one of those people who took our military for granted. Yes, I was thankful they were doing what they were doing..giving up so many freedoms so we can keep ours..but I didn't fully understand. I still don't..and I won't until I experience it for myself. I just wanted you to know that I am thankful for you and for your husband's/boyfriends/fiance's willingness to serve our country.
So 81 days...81 days until Tim leaves..but that's 81 more days that I get to be with him before our new chapter begins. I love my husband..and couldn't be more proud of him for what he is about to do.
What am I going to do with myself to keep my sanity while he is gone? Stay busy...busy busy busy! I am currently looking for a job at a daycare or YMCA, where I can take the girls with me. I'm well aware that if I work and put my children in daycare I wouldn't make any money and all of it would go to child care costs, hence why I haven't worked in the past. BUT. I won't be working for the money..I will be working to keep the girls and myself busy and our minds off daddy being gone. It's going to be hard, but we can do it.
To the wives of husbands who are deployed, have been deployed or are soon to be deployed..I have such a high respect for you. For the women who are mom and dad while daddy is gone..I have such an extremely high level of respect for you. I am so thankful for each of you, for supporting your husbands while they are away. I will be honest, I was one of those people who took our military for granted. Yes, I was thankful they were doing what they were doing..giving up so many freedoms so we can keep ours..but I didn't fully understand. I still don't..and I won't until I experience it for myself. I just wanted you to know that I am thankful for you and for your husband's/boyfriends/fiance's willingness to serve our country.
So 81 days...81 days until Tim leaves..but that's 81 more days that I get to be with him before our new chapter begins. I love my husband..and couldn't be more proud of him for what he is about to do.
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