Deployed

I tried and tried to come up with a witty title...but the reality is that there is no witty titles for sending your main squeeze off to a war zone for a year.

John departed at the end of last week.  I realized the time was finally here on Tuesday.  That was a sad sad day.  I think I cried about 20 of the 24 hours that day.  Over everything...about everything... and then on Wednesday I thought I had dried myself out...what a surprise when it started all over again...apparently the off switch on my eyeblobs is broken...because while the tears are fewer and farther between its amazing how the littlest thing will set me off yet again.

Like Bella running from her room in the morning and looking for him shouting, Daddy!  Hi Daddy!  Dadddeeeeeeee!

Or Maddie's sweet drawing and note she brought home that first day, "Don't cry mom...he's only gone for a year."

Or folding up those last few clothing items of his that I finished washing this weekend and putting them away in his very empty side of the closet...

Gaaaaaahhhhhh....where is that off switch again?

Thursday morning he walked out the door at 4:30AM and left me in a puddle on the floor.  I must have been emoting because Bella woke up at 5AM and had to snuggle with me... Ok...I actually appreciated those snuggles...and I promise I didn't pinch her or anything to make it happen.

He was in transit Thursday, Friday and Saturday and I just received a short text message saying he's arrived in Afghanistan...  His first impression?  It smells like a sewer and he is really missing home right now.

Home misses you too, Babe.

Deployed. From this word you can also spell deep, loped, ploy, doy, peed... All words I think we can either eliminate from our vocab or find a replacement for...I'm voting the word deployed off the island.