Sorry I didn't blog last night. I wanted to, but didn't want to be a downer. My emotions have been a mess. Chad leaves for Fort Bragg Saturday morning and the closer it gets here the more my stomach hurts. Why can't I be stronger? He's been at the base for the better part of the past few days, in trainings and briefings...just getting his stuff ready to go. I feel robbed of what precious time we do have with him. Really all we have left is this evening and that's it. Tonight he wants frybread for his last dinner and his favorite pudding cake, so I will gladly make it for him. I have LOTS to do today, but I will share more with you all later. Time to hit the showers...in speedy fashion since we still don't have a new water heater. It stays hot long enough for me to take a quick shower, but not long enough to shave my legs...and shaving off goose bumps just doesn't sound good to me.
P.S. If you've emailed me and haven't got a response yet, I haven't forgotten about you....honest!