Paul gets home from a month long training session in Mississippi late tonight.
I am going to soak him up and squeeze him tight and celebrate all weekend long.
This will be our last weekend together in San Diego. Immediately after his deployment, we will be moving north (to the Ventura area) because he'll be stationed at Port Hueheme. It's likely I'll actually make the move solo (well, with the military movers help) so this is really it. Tomorrow there will be two barstools with our names on them at Waterfront and I'll be the girl crying into my beer.
Just kidding. There is to be no crying. Only confetti and joy this weekend.
Next week, we'll staying up by Port Hueneme for Paul to get all the i's dotted, t's crossed and corners tucked in. We expect that will take until Friday just kidding, they are now saying Saturday oh wait, maybe Sunday or back to Friday? some day in the near future and then it will be just me, him, some luggage and an airport.
And then, yes then, the tears will be allowed to flow.
Thank you so much for your words and thoughts and prayers this summer as we have prepped for this adventure. We've had a lot of false starts and I know it's been a little confusing as I've tried to share bits and pieces. I'm living it and most days I'm totally confused.
This is really it though. The end of the beginning or the beginning of the end. Or just the start of the middle.
Deep breath.
*photo circa spring 2007. it's us, before we were living together, before we were engaged, before we were married. and it feels like YESTERDAY. fingers crossed this deployment goes just as quickly.