As of today it has been 181 days since Jeff as been in country. Keep in mind that he was activated three months before that, so he really has been gone longer than the 181 count.
I finally heard from him today, it had been a week and three days. I had not quite reached the freak out point, but I was close.
We are stronger than ever now. I am a little nervous about him coming home. Only because, well, I'm not really sure why. I am mostly anxious now because we are so close to the end. He might be home by mid-August....they never give us hard dates. I don't know if that is because he is SF or what.
I have tried to get everything done at the house...just have the quarter round on the hardwood floors to go. But if it gets done it does and if not, oh well. I have learned to let so much roll off my back now.
My best friend had a baby five months ago and I am helping her alot. It is great training for me, since we will start trying again when he gets back. It is a healthy distraction to have while Jeff is gone. Helping Loren has really made me think about what it would be like to have my own child. I know in my heart that Jeff would be a wonderful father...he has already proven that with his own children. He is such a good man...a good person.
I have really missed our life together since he has been gone. It has really hit home the last few weeks....especially since the end is so near. I have gotten a few boxes of stuff from him lately. Mostly winter clothes that he doesn't need...but a few trinckets (sp?) and things. Even a part of a Russian mig for my dad!! My dad was a C130 pilot in the Air Force during Vietnam, so I guess Jeff wanted to send him home some aircraft stuff.
He also sent a really cool teapot, some necklaces, and some cups....all kinds of cool stuff. I know there are tons of stories to hear and tons of pictures to see. I just can't wait to see his face....minus the mustache!!! He promises to shave!!!!
It has been a long hard road to travel down....I just hope the end is near. Being able to see light at the end of the tunnel is exciting and yet unbelievable. I have trained myself for so long not to think too far into the future and to live day by day, that its hard to think that in a few weeks he might be home. I get so excited and then I tell myself to calm down and just think about tomorrow.
All I know is that when he gets home, I want to hug him so tight and I know I will never want to let him go again.
