one week

the count down begins...I hate so much that I have to be this strong. On the other hand look how much I gain from it. It I can survive this, I can survive anything. True strength is watching your husband get on that airplane..you stand there as the tears fall..feeling so helpless..you want to call out...every horrible thought is running across your brain..thank god he's not some Marine driving a vehicle in a 7 vehicle convoy across Baghdad...that wife will always be stronger than me. God's hand wll always be around my husband, he will come home to me. I am thankful for that everyday..it never changes the loneliness or heartbreak but that light is always there at the end of the road.