Well that was painful.

This morning I woke up at 2:45 to head to base to send my husband off to Afghanistan. He didn't leave until 6 and I'm proud to say I held my tears in until around 5:30. The boys went outside for a momentous cigar and while we were standing there I couldn't hold it in anymore.

Thankfully my husband being who he is quickly cracked a joke so I could go from crying to laughing.

As soon as he got on the bus he started in with his humor getting all the guys laughing. It didn't stop until they left the parking lot. I wish I could cope with sadness like him. Instead I just ball my eyes out and listen to sad country music the entire way home.

Sure, I could have changed the channel but there is something that just feels right about music fitting the mood...even if that mood is depressing.

I'm thankful that my last view of him before he left he was laughing so hard I'm pretty sure he was crying.

Overall though it was easier than I expected. I think mainly because he made it that way. Whether he realizes it or not he always makes things easier for me.

I can't wait to be home in NY with the rest of my family. I'm so glad my mom could be down here with me but I need to be as far away from this place as possible in order to have the time go fast.

Cheers to this year. "This is gunna make us stronger, it's gunna make love last longer."

I Love You Papa Bear<3
Your girls miss you.