Ok sorry for the absence I meant to write I did but my hubby was home and well spending the evening on the computer just didn't win out. But I'm back. I put my hubby on a plane again over the weekend. I knew it was coming...I knew it would suck...I did really well until he had to board. They let me go to the gate again and I was doing well drinking my juice and eating my bagel. Then they called his row and the tears came.
To be honest I really thought it would be easier this time. We survived the first 8 months and we only have two years left. I'll get to see him again in about a year give or take. We can do this. I can do this. But it doesn't make the good bye easier. It was so amazing to have him home. To kiss him good night and good morning in person. To feel his touch. To know at the end of the day he was going to be here. Now I am back to email, text messages, IMs, and phone calls. Now I realize that is better than nothing. And I realize things could be worse. (let me wallow for a day or two) I miss him and I want him home for good darn it.
For now it is what it is and we will survive and thrive.