Happy
My husband got home at midnight last night. I was so ecstatic, I pounced on him before he could even get in the door. I'm just so glad to have him back home. I hate that he gets shipped off for periods of time, but I don't have a choice, it's the military. I know this isn't even going to hit all the things that are going to happen, I just pray that when he does have to go (gets deployed) that God brings him back to me safe and sound, all in one piece. God, those of you that aren't in the miltary are lucky, you don't have that constant worry of deployments, or if they are still even alive... so much happens it's just insane. I will always be by his side supporting him, but those who really know me know my heart and how much it kills me inside. I am a worry wart. Anyways... for damn sure when he walked through that door first place we wound up was the bedroom. For 24 hours now we have been going at it on and off... we're both very sore.