big news.

yes, we got some fun news on our anniversary (fancy that).

Jon got called into his superiors office.

what did his superior tell him?

"We need people to go to Afghanistan. We'll be leaving any time between August and December of this year."

i cried for a good half hour, put on jon's dog tags and went on with my day.

so while Jon is __,___ miles away doing-

this

this

this

and hopefully lots of this.;

I will hopefully be

eating myself silly

spending lots of time with cousins all over the US

staying a proud and supportive wife

daddy's little girl again!

beaching with visitors (thats YOU)

loving my innocent little one(s) who don't give me the sympathetic eye

making girlfriends

and R and R-ing the sh.. out of those 7 months.

and whenever he leaves, for however long,

i'm telling you that instead of becoming

depressed,

bitter,

and angry,

i'm going to try to become

prouder

more grateful for our time spent together,

and stronger.

so bring on the briefing,

the extra bonus pay with scary names,

and the 80 hour work weeks.

because it may all start with a goodbye, but will end with a hello.

BAM.