Waiting...

Hubby comes homes home in a week. Needless to say, I am very excited. The past ten months have gone. And I say that because I can't really say that they flew, at times they dragged, the best description is to say that they went. Months ago, I would look at a week to go and say it was nothing, but I have felt that the past few weeks have gone by slower than any other moment thus far. The closer we get, the slower they go. It's obnoxious really.

As the day nears, I can't help but feel like it will never come. I can't help but feel like it will never come true. I cannot picture myself at the airport greeting Hubby at his gate and running into his arms. Call me a pessimist, but I guess I just don't believe that things will happen until they do. Maybe I've developed that attitude as a result of being hurt by the Army so many times. I wonder how many women feel this way, and how many soldiers too.

So here I wait, seven more days. Hopefully they will be painless and quick. I will be waiting for my dream to become reality. Let's hope that the Army doesn't interfere.