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When our soldier went to Basic Training last year, we wrote letters every day. We talked on the phone every night during AIT. Since graduation, we've spent everyday together, with the exception of a month of training at NCT, where we returned to the phone calls. During all of that time, we could never really account for our time. So many little things happened that I never thought to share. I hope to remedy that with this Blog.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Day 2: But, Daddy's Not Home

No no pictures today... Last night was a long, long, night. Nik and I don't sleep well when it's close to a full moon, much less when it's a full moon the night Daddy leaves for a year. I tossed and turned all night, and somewhere around 2 AM, Nik joined me. All night long, whenever I thought about getting up and going to work, I dreaded it, knowing how tired I would be.

But when I got up, Nik wanted to go to school. So, I took him to school. When I got there, a co-worker had called in, and they needed me. That was all it took. I forgot about how tired I was, forgot about the full moon, and decided that, if I got busy enough, I'd forget that my husband wouldn't be home that night.

And, it worked. Between the full-moon's effects on a class of three-year-olds and a lice epidemic, I forgot. I forgot up until he called and told me that they'd made it half way there. And then I forgot again until we came in the front door and Nik ran in and stopped, realizing something was missing, and said, "But, Daddy's not home."

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