I have basically been incredibly busy this past week. I am thankful for it. My days have literally been go, go, go, until we get home and then it's been bed time, and right back at it. To be honest, I needed it. Slowing down gives me time to ache, and while he is incredibly worth aching over, it's agonizing.

This deployment has re-introduced my fingers to the art of penmanship. You see, we won't have the internet (at least not reliably) and phone communication will also be shotty at best, so my lovely fingertips get to experience the pleasure of holding a pen and writing words. I know that for some younger people in the audience, penmanship is going out with cassette players and some of you may even have to google the word "penmanship" just to find out what it means.

I miss him. I haven't talked to him in days. Yes, I know this is the norm. Yes, I know this is the life. Yes, yada yada yada. It doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. I am not sitting around and going "YES! One more day without hearing him say he loves me! WOOHOO!" I hate it.

The kids wanted to look at pictures and our D day pictures were on my phone. Basket case tears immediately started flowing. Those were the last moments that his face was next to mine, and his arms were around me. I hate saying goodbye. I'm just not that good at it. I don't excel at it, even though I seem to do it often.

So much is bouncing around in my head. The basic jist is that this sucks and I miss him.