12 weeks down….10 days and counting

10 DAYS. Unbelievable.

The boy will be coming home a full 3 days early, so I’m happy, his family is happy and we’re (all) ready to have him home and back to some sense of normalcy. A regular work schedule (albeit at the base for a month on active duty), dinners with family and friends, church on Sundays, text messages and emails that don’t have to cross 776 miles , seeing his car parked at it’s regular parking space when I go downtown to show lofts and such…etc. Very excited- getting more excited by the day.

I was telling someone that I only have to wait 10 more days (I can count it on 2 hands!) until I get to see him. 3…long…months…today. Has it really been that long? And why does it feel like longer most days and shorter on others? Weird.

He’s still on track to be the DG, so everyone’s praying for continued success and focus in that capacity. He’s ready to come home, so we’re also continuing to pray for focus there, as well. It’s got to be SO hard when the end is in sight, right there within arms reach and you just want to dump it all and run…but you know you can’t. He’s learned so much through this- I can’t wait to hear what he has to say and talk about and remember (or not remember!). 

On another note… the BIG HAIRCUT is tomorrow at 0900h.  (It’s for Locks of Love, btw, if you haven’t been paying attention.) I’m quite anxious. I know it’s just hair and it’ll grow if I don’t like it, but….eeeesh. I’m still nervous. So if you see me and you don’t like it….just tell me you do and fake it! 

Surprises in store for the next week or so. Stay tuned