Alone....Again

I thought that saying goodbye to Michael 9 months ago and watching that bus drive away was one of the hardest things I had ever done. I have changed my mind. This morning, as they called Michael's zone for boarding, I felt my heart drop. In fact, it may still be on the floor in Philly.

Right now he is flying somewhere over the Atlantic, getting further and further away with every minute that passes. The past 15 days were the most amazing I have ever had. Just being with my husband is a wonderful thing, and I am so grateful for him.

I know that we are on the downward slope of our deployment, and there isn't much left, but it doesn't make our time apart any easier. So many people have said, "Don't worry, it will be here before you know it." Maybe for them yes because they aren't in the situation. Their significant other isn't in a freaking war zone or away for months at a time. And I am sure when I look back on this time in October, it will have gone by fast. But right now, my heart hurts and I miss my husband.

On his layover in Atlanta today, I received this text message before his plane took off:
I'm going to go ahead and turn off my phone. I miss you more than you know and love you more than the moon and the stars.

Only 86 more days according to the Donut of Misery. It can't get here fast enough.

The first night is always the hardest....