So it is about one week before my husband comes home and I’m trilled! I cannot wait to see him.

Last week was a bit of a struggle. I don’t know why, but for me it is always about 2 weeks before he comes home that is a real killer. The time seems to literally stop because I’m so excited that seeing him is within reach. But then I realize we still have 2 weeks to make it before he comes home. I have to get myself back in the mindset of him being deployed and stop daydreaming about the homecoming.

One week before the homecoming doesn’t seem as bad. When I can actually see the weather forecast the day he comes home (I’m a weather nut) I know it isn’t too far away. With the one week count down comes a lot of emotions. I’m proud that I could do it once again and turn on my independent switch. I’m scared because I worry that our relationship might have changed while he was gone. I’m happy that he will actually be home and we can be together again. I’m excited that we actually get to spend Christmas together this year!

So please Father Time make this week go by quickly because I want to see my husband, kiss him and snuggle with him by the fire!