one week...

exactly one week til i get to go pick up hubby from the airport. i"m excited. but i'm thinking i'm dreading goodbye even more this time. i know i probably shouldn't be thinking of goodbye yet but if i don't it will sneak up on me and thats no good either. all i can do is just enjoy the eleven days (the longest he's been home for the past three months) he will be home, and not let him see me fall apart. he needs to know i'll be okay while he's gone because well eventually i will be. i just have to trust God. i love my husband so much and i am soo proud of him. i guess thats it for now. i need to go cram more boxes in my car.