not me....my husband.  He's leaving for 10 days.  A year ago....well, okay a year ago he had already been gone for a little over a month and would continue to be gone another two months.  So 10 days was nothing.  But now....that seems like a lot.  I feel so blessed that 10 days seems like a lot.  There was a time in the very recent past that I would have been excited if he was home 10 days straight.  I have friends who's husbands are gone now for many months.  I have husbands who work so many hours a day that they might as well be gone....this is the "their home just long enough to make a mess, but not long enough to clean it up type of job."  Chris and I have been there too.

But thankfully, not right now.  Chris goes to work at 8am, comes home for lunch (often a full hour), goes back to work and returns home for the day around 4:30pm.  This is nice even for the civilian world and we are not taking it for granted.  We are happy.  We are enjoying being a real family.  I'm enjoying having a husband who gets to be apart of family decisions like what to eat for dinner rather than what time we can Skype.  Having the kind of time with Chris that we do right now is something to cherish.

My only problem is now the kids expect him to be home twice a day.  Which means 10 days of him being gone will seem like the end of the world for him....and thus me too.  Here's to being glad the kids will melt down when he leaves this time, rather than just say, "Bye."