One Week...

Yesterday, we had Michael's going away party. We were able to have a great night with family and friends. I was stressed with the bad weather we have been having, and how everyone would be able to fit into our house, but I have to say it turned out really well. Ever the planner, I made sure I had enough food and beer to make everyone happy. This turned out to be an understatement considering we have enough of both still to last at least a week!

This time next week, I will be alone and our year will have begun. I can't believe how the 9 months have flown since we found out. I kept telling myself not to worry because it was such a long way away, and not it is almost here and I can't bring myself to think about it. I take the time we spend together for granted. Like I will always wake up next to him in the morning, and come home to him at night, get my kiss before I fall asleep, or get my hugs everyday. I am going to miss him terribly. I have been keeping myself together so far, of which I am quite proud of. I am hoping I can make it one more week. I keep telling myself this is much harder for him, and I have to stay strong to help him, but who are we kidding. I know this week will fly by no matter how much I don't want it to.