Germany & Homecoming: Part 2

Read Part 1 here.

Amy and Sarah (our God-daughter!) picked me up at the train station and we walked back to their house. We played with Sarah a little bit before Amy put her to bed. We had dinner and we proceeded to talk until midnight. I loved our late night chats, talking about literally everything. I loved talking to her, to be able to have a conversation (in real life!) with someone who understands what the last year was like, and talk about our excitement of the guys coming home. I admit I was a little nervous to stay at their house since we'd only met once before, over a year ago. But it was awesome staying with her.

I went to bed past midnight, which was really late considering the time change and traveling. I wanted so badly to take a shower, but I had no clean clothes and felt gross putting on dirty clothes after a nice hot shower. The airline had given me a consolation overnight kit, which consisted of a t-shirt, deodorant, a toothbrush, toothpaste, shoe polish and some other random little things. Oh, and my feet stunk really bad. My feet never stink (except in high heels!) but they were hot and sweaty from running around in airports and train stations for the last 30 hours. I didn't have any clean socks or underwear and felt extremely nasty. (Note to self: pack a pair of clothes in my carry on luggage!) I slept until 9 AM the next day and it felt amazing. It was a super comfortable bed!!! I checked the status of my luggage and had no idea when it would be delivered so I decided to go to the PX and get some clean socks and underwear, so at least I could feel a little refreshed. We went to another wife's house for dinner that night and I wanted to look half decent, even if my clothes didn't appear so and I had no makeup. I also bought two shirts at the PX.

We spent our days talking, playing with Sarah and taking her to play groups, running around post to post, back and forth, talking and dreaming about what it would be like for the guys to actually be home, going to the commissary to get food for our baking extravaganza, getting on Facebook to see status updates from a particular soldier who was en route home and torturing ourselves with when they'd be home. (I know, he shouldn't have done that, but he did and I'm not one to ignore and not analyze what his posts meant!!) She showed me the ins and outs of Army life and what living on post is like. Most nights we stayed up until midnight talking. I remember one particular conversation we had while we were walking back from a German grocery store. We were talking about how much we had talked to the guys over the course of the year, how they told us they were deploying (she knew for a year beforehand...I found out about 4.5 months before). I told her how the conversation went for us and she said, "see, you were meant to be a military wife!" For some reason, it just was nice to hear. I never, ever pictured myself as a military wife, but somehow this is where I ended up and I like to think I'm doing well so far.

I was there 5 days with Amy before the guys returned. I'm so glad I was able to spend that time with her, get to know her, learn from her and share the excitement with her. She is a true friend and I'm excited to meet more women like her, who understand the lifestyle and will be a lifetime friend.

The next part will be the actual homecoming ceremony :)

March 27th, 2011

This is a post that I wrote on March 27th, a few days before I left for Germany for Seth's welcome home/end of deployment celebration.

March 27, 2011

I leave in less than a WEEK!! Four more days and one wake up and I'll be headed to Germany! This day next week, I'll BE IN GERMANY! It really is surreal that this deployment is coming to an end. I can't believe it. It doesn't seem real yet, really. I think it will hit me when I'm on the plane. Things are coming together: I got the paperwork I've been anxiously awaiting since January. (It's dated Jan. 28th, posted-marked Feb. 10th and finally arrived on March 25th. I feel like we're in the olden times here. JEEZ!!)

On Friday morning, while at a work meeting, I made a to-do list of things I need to accomplish for my trip. Including, but not limited to:

Return possible homecoming shirt to Macys

Best Buy - buy an iPod, load music

Gazelle Sports - get Seth's birthday present (Vibram five finger shoes... random note: it's funny that this this website is called birthday shoes, because he got them as birthday present! It was the first link that came up, I swear!)

Vacuum car

Clean windows, insides of car of car

Clear pictures from camera, fully charge

Download books and fully charge Kindle

Organize and print necessary paperwork for flight

Look at luggage

Iron clothes

Talk to Bekah about picking up mail/water plants while I'm gone

Pay bills

Balance checkbook

I'll finish up the rest of the stuff on my list today (which is Sunday). This is my last weekend in the US for at least 3 weeks!!! I also have to pack some clothes for Seth because all his clothes in Germany storage won't fit him. I'll wash that stuff today and put it in my new luggage and get his stuff done.

I've loaded music onto my new iPod. I'm rocking out to old school music right now: music from the 90's and it's got me PUMPED to listen to on my long flight!! I got out a bunch of CD's and loaded them onto my computer and then iPod. It's going to be awesome. I also got a new cover for my Kindle because my other one broke.

Yesterday was Seth's 28th birthday!! That seems really old. But I'll be 27, so I guess I'm not too far behind him :( We talked for a little while yesterday and had a good conversation, except when the phone disconnected a few times. Nothing new there, though! Just another week or so of that and then we'll have landlines! He called me this morning and I could hear a lot of excitement in his voice. I made a comment about how he's getting excited to come home (they were moving bases in preparation of coming home) and he said no, he's just really sleepy and all hyper. Yeah, not buying it, love. I know you're excited!!

Soon, babe, SOON!!!!!

March 22, 2011

As this deployment was ending and I was getting ready to go to Germany, I wrote a few blog posts, but didn't post them for security reasons. Here is one I wrote in March.

March 22, 2011

It's a week and a half before I leave for Germany and I'm getting anxious. I still haven't gotten the paperwork that was sent at the end of January though. That's adding to my anxiousness. I got one letter that he sent, but not the rest of the paperwork. I told my boss the dates I'll be gone today. I was kind of nervous to do that because we have a big on going project and I'm a big part of it, but oh well, they're going to have to deal with out me. I have 10 vacation days and I'm taking 11 off and I told him I didn't care if I had to take a no pay day and I suggested maybe I could take a sick day? My heart will be broken after all. He said I can use a comp day, which I am a-okay with!

I meant to get my luggage from my parent's house the other day but forgot. I have to pack clothes for Seth too. He has lost at least 10 lbs since he's been deployed and he's gone down a size and when he was home for R&R, we bought him new clothes. All his clothes in Germany will be too big, so I have to bring him clothes that fit. I'm excited for this, but this also means less room for me in my suitcase! I need all the room I can get! I'll be there for two weeks and I want to pack 10 pairs of shoes, but I know that's not the smartest idea. I ordered a few tops from macys.com and I'm waiting for those to get here. One of them will hopefully be what I wear to the homecoming ceremony. Assuming I get it in time.

In other news, I lost (hid?) my iPod from myself back in December. I hid it when I was going to my parent's house for a few days because after I was robbed in September, I was...still am...paranoid that the robbers will come in and steal my small electronics, which they were looking for. So I hide things like my camera, Kindle, iPod, etc while I'm gone. Well I hid the hell out of my iPod and have yet to find it. I've searched high and low in my bedroom and my car and can't find it. I'm beginning to think I really did lose it because I can't find it at all. I really would like it to use on the 9 hour plane ride to Germany, but I really don't want to spend the money on that. I thought about buying an iPod shuffle for $49.99 (I have $35 in coupons), but I want a touch screen. But for $15 out of my pocket, it would probably really be a good thing to buy. I probably will do it.

Ahhhh Germany, I can't wait to be reunited with you and my lovemuffin!!!!

To-Do list for the week

My to-do list for this week consists of:

• Be patient
• Mail Cell Phones for Soldiers package out
• Go back to work on Monday
• Be productive at work
• Be patient
• Charge camera battery
• Pick out one outfit in particular
• Be patient
• Go to the airport :)
  

R&R Is so close....

I CAN TASTE IT!!!

This post is going to be all over the place because I have R&R on the brain and I'm not functioning at full capacity because my mind is on one thing and one thing only: being reunited at the airport finnnnnnnalllllly :) This deployment can suck it for two weeks but that's besides the point.

I've made a to-do list of things to get done before Seth gets home. Today I was uber productive and scratched off at least 8 things! The rest are things that need to be done right before he gets here, such as stocking the fridge with his favorite beer food, fruits and veggies, getting a manicure and pedicure, washing the bed sheets, etc.

I've been working from home this week since the building is technically "closed" this week, but that's a whole rant and rave that gets my panties in a bunch and I don't want to talk about it. I could never work from home full time, because I have NO motivation. I have enjoyed going to the gym in the middle of the day, doing laundry in the middle of the day, sleeping in, showering in the middle of the day, etc. Next week, back to reality, is going to be killer.

Seth claims he doesn't feel the excitement about coming home days in advance. Once he's on the last leg of the trip him, then he can get excited about it, but until then, he tends to show no emotion. He's been like this since we've met, and I'm just the opposite. I get excited like 23094809 days in advance, and then I'm like a little kid and I project my excitement onto him, and everyone else who wants to listen, and he gets rather annoyed with me, because it's not here yet, but I get excited way too in advance. We've been texting a lot these last few weeks, and my cell phone bill is going to be pretty high because of the international texts. I don't care though. It'll make up for the lack of international texts in the coming weeks because he'll be HOME! I can tell he's getting excited though, even if he doesn't SAY it out loud to me. He's been calling me "babe" a LOT more than he has this whole deployment, he's been texting me more often, he's talking about all the fun we'll have on R&R. We have a good amount of money saved up to do whatever with when he's home, too. It's going to be the best 2 weeks of my entire life. :)

I was talking to a girl who works at my gym and she's pretty cool. I'll call her N. Somehow we, along with two other girls, got to talking about bodies and plastic surgery. N is a little bigger, and as she says, her booty "is wide" but not out. She told me today that she wishes she had my butt. Haha It was a compliment. Not that I have a perfect butt or anything, I've got a ghetto booty, not going to lie. It sticks out. I like my butt though, I really do. We did butt exercises today too and it was burrrrning. Anyways, Seth likes my booty too. He tells me so. He likes to smack it whenever I bend over. Or just in general. Not like hard, but you know, just a little "love pat." I can't wait for him to do this sooooon!!!! :) While we're on the topic, he has such a cute booty. He has a small one, but I still love it!!! No real significance to this, other than a girl complimented my ass.

So everyone in the blogging world is doing a year in review thing. Here's mine.

January - Seth left to go back to Germany, after being home for 2 1/5 weeks and we got engaged. :)
February - I left for Germany to go visit him before he deployed
March - Germany, Germany, Germany!! We had SUCH a great vacation together and I cannot wait to go back. I drank so much beer in those 10 days and we traveled to awesome cities and explored a lot. I also discovered jack and coke in a can, which is simply amazing. Ahhhh. March 8th, I came back to MI and that was the last time we saw each other in person. Seth's27th birthday happened at the end of March.
April - Seth deployed.
May - Deployment depression set in.
June - Deployment depression continued, I turned 26, booked a wedding photographer, school year ended, I started blogging.
July - Ummmmm....4th of July took place. I went to a BBQ. I faked happiness at said BBQ.
August - I went to see our wedding location in person, during summer months. (I booked it in January, and hadn't seen it in its full summer glory in person, and I was NOT disappointed!!) Molli started at work (Hi Molli!) and we became fast friends and she pulled me out of my damn deployment depression. Thank God for her :)
September - School started, time started going by realllly fast, thankfully.
October - Reached 50% deployment completed. Molli and I started our weekly Thursday night dinners together, time was going by really fast now.
November - Molli and I joined a bootcamp program at my gym. I kicked my workouts up a few notches, and spent the whole month sore :) Had a pretty good Thanksgiving with the family.
December - We were asked to be god-parents, my brother and sister came home for the holidays, I made it through Christmas, celebrated 1 year engagementversary. Anxiously awaited January 2011...

So, in summary, it's been a rough year. It got better as it went on, but still. I've been over 2010 for a while now. I have so many exciting things happening in 2011, it can't come soon enough. Only about 25 hours left. We'll be getting married, I'll be leaving my job, I'll be PCS'ing the crap out of my life, we'll be living together (on the same continent, time zone, state, city and address!! There's a first time for everything!!), we'll get a puppy and a kitty, and the deployment will be over.

All I've got to say is bring on 2011 :)

Happy New Year, everyone!

One year ago today....

...Seth proposed :) I still remember the day very clearly. We've been engaged for exactly one year, and we have spent a total of 17 days together in that year. I wrote this post back in July on the 7 month anniversary of our engagement, but it's better suited for today :)

It's also Wedding Wednesday and I have a small list of wedding related things for us to do when he's home on leave:

• Cake tasting
• Picking out and hopefully finalizing our invitations
• Talking to my sister about our flower arrangements, bouquets and boutineers (she is doing all of them with her boyfriend!!! I just have to buy her a book on how to do the boutineers)
• Maybe talk about music
• Maybe he'll want to see the location in person
• We'll be starting the vanilla extract wedding favors
  

I feel like I've got a lot of the major wedding things taken care of and now we have lots of little tedious things to figure out and do. Oh! We need to find someone to marry us!! I think that may be pretty critical.

Is it January yet??!?!?! Is it July yet?!?

Our First Christmas Apart

Merry belated Christmas :)

I wrote out a super long blog but then decided it was too long for even me to read so here’s the shortened version.

Christmas with Seth away was much much harder for me than I was expecting. It still hadn’t fully hit me that he wouldn’t be home this Christmas until early evening on Christmas Eve, when I was headed to his parent’s house for their annual Christmas Eve party. My sister went with me and we were listening to the radio and John Lennon’s Happy Christmas (War is Over) song came on. I asked if she knew the title; she didn’t know about the War Is Over part of it and then when I told her, it all hit me. I tried really hard to fight back the tears, and was pretty damn successful. But it was then that I realized that he really wasn’t going to be home, and he was indeed on the other side of the world and this was our first Christmas being separated. We got to his parent’s house and we had a really fun time. We played BuzzWord and it’s an awesome game. I highly recommend it. In the middle of the game, I got a text from Seth. It said, “Merry Christmas, Love. It’s the future for me. Love you.” I called a time out in the game and I said, “I have an announcement to make. Seth said Merry Christmas because he’s in the future.” His mom got a kick out of the “because he’s in the future” part. Everyone said to tell him Merry Christmas too, and we sent a few more texts back and forth. We put the cookies and milk out with the nieces and nephews before they went to bed. After they were tucked in bed and it was safe, Seth’s sister Stacey drank all the milk and we put the cookies back in the cookie bag. (So THAT’S how it’s done, parents?!?!)

On the way back to my parents house, I was sleepy, cold, lonely and just sad that I was driving all alone, when the last two Christmases I was doing this drive with Seth. I couldn’t find a radio station that wasn’t playing Christmas music (and of course I had a Christmas music CD in the CD player) and “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” came on and I lost it. It was dark out and I was bawling my eyes out. Ideal driving conditions, let me tell you. At least the roads were clear, so that was good. I was crying pretty hard by this time and was telling myself to stop being a baby, he’ll be home in not a long time, he wouldn’t want me to cry and to suck it up. I got pissed so I slammed the radio button off and just drove in silence listening to myself cry. Awesome. Then I remembered one of the two Christmas cards that I got him. I went the funny route instead of the sad-because-we’re-apart-gushy route. One of the cards I got him said something, like, “you better not shout, you better not cry…” then on the inside of the card, it said, “Because Santa doesn’t like pussies.” I wrote on there that I really got the card as a reminder to myself, but I was sending it to him so he knew I was trying to be tough. After I turned off the radio, I said to myself, OUTLOUD: “Santa doesn’t like pussies” and then I cried even more because I was being a sad baby.

I got home with red, puffy eyes and a red nose and I really just wanted to crawl into bed, but my brother was home, so I hung out with them. We got into a discussion about when we’d do presents at my parent’s house, because I needed to leave there by about 8:45 to get to my in-law’s at 9 for breakfast and then gifts at 10. My sister threw a hissy fit and made some pissy comment about how I was going to be gone on Christmas day to go over to their house and blah blah blah. I was already on the verge of tears. I told them I didn’t care when they opened their gifts (I was the kid that always got up at 4 AM to open gifts, waking up everyone else in the house so I didn’t have to wait). I told her I needed to be at their house at a certain time, they could open their presents with or without me, in the morning or the afternoon, I didn’t care, but I had a strict time schedule in the morning. We never came to a conclusion and I went to bed pissed off because she was making it even more difficult for me. I got up on Christmas morning at 7:45 and quickly hopped in the shower. I thought I’d be up a little earlier than that, so I rushed to get ready. By the time I got out of the dumb shower, everyone was up and telling ME to hurry up so we could open gifts. Ughhhh they were really annoying me. I rushed through opening my gifts, shoved them all in the bedroom and then finished getting ready.

I called Seth when I got in the car, and lost it again. I tried not to talk too much, because he can tell in my voice when I’m crying, and I was TRYING SO HARD to be strong, but clearly I was failing. So when I’m crying, I just don’t talk, and it was sort of an awkward phone conversation because I am pretty sure he could sense I was crying, but neither one of us wanted to admit it. Haha I said I was going to his parent’s house and then my voice started to crack and then the tears started flowing freely and there was no hiding it then. However, I still tried. He said, in his so sweet voice, “awww babe. Are you crying?” I told him that I wasn’t crying, I was fine, all while literally sobbing. He then proceeded to call me a liar and then he reminded me that “Santa doesn’t like pussies.” Haha that’s love right there. This made me laugh and then I was laughing and crying and driving. He said something about how it might be embarrassing to show up at his parent’s house with a bright red nose, and puffy eyes. Valid point. Trust me, I wish I didn’t cry so easily. So we were talking about where I was driving, what part of the road, so he could estimate how much longer I had to get my non-crying face on before I got to his family. Basically I didn’t have enough time. The phone cut out and I called him back and he said he was going to hop in the shower and he’d call me after he was in bed. I drove past his parent’s house to buy myself a little bit more time of not looking like I’d been crying, but then said screw it, I was already late, I needed to get there and sucked it up and pulled into their driveway. His brothers came out of the back door, literally as I was parking and I thought, “oh how nice, they’re here to help me carry in the presents.” Hahaah nope, they were getting ready to hop in the car to go find a store open to get some orange juice. Haha I still asked them to help me carry in the presents and they were nice about it. (BTW, no stores were open on Christmas morning in the town, so they never got their orange juice). I still had a red and puffy nose and eyes as I walked in and hugged the family. Oh well, no one asked about it. I figured they’d know anyways. Seth called me a little while later and we passed the phone around and he talked to most of the family. I helped his mom and sister get the webcam set up so we could get his other sister in Atlanta on the webcam since she’s 8.5 months pregnant and can’t fly right now. Skype was being lame, so I suggested gmail webcamming since that’s what we use, and after a few minutes of installing that, we got it to work. I overheard Seth talking to his Marine brother (Shane) on the phone and then after they got off the phone, I was talking to Shane and he said Marine’s aren’t allowed to have cell phones over there. They have to use the call centers and especially on a major holiday like Christmas, he said the lines would be 3-4 hours long, for a 20 minute phone call. This made me extremely thankful that my love is in the Army, not the Marines, because that would be very difficult for me. He was very surprised that Seth is able to call me whenever he wants, and I can call him too, whenever I want. Seth called again when we were getting ready to open gifts and we talked for a few minutes and I didn’t realize that he wanted to be on the phone when his mom and Shane opened their gifts. He sent me a text message that literally broke my heart. He said, “I wanted mom and Shane to open their gifts. Dammit. Now I’ll miss it. Oh well I guess. It just feels like another Saturday to me anyways. Goodnight love.” I felt soooo bad. I called another time out during gift opening and said that I was going to call him so his mom and Shane could open their gifts but he said no, it was ok, he was just going to go to bed. I felt like a major jerkface and I should have known that he wanted to be on the phone when they opened the presents. Both gifts were his idea, and great ideas at that. I try to put myself in his boots for times like that and wonder if I’d want to hear the excitement of Christmas gifts being opened, and hearing what I’m missing or if I just wouldn’t want to hear the excitement because it would make me sad that I couldn’t be there, knowing what I was missing out on. I never come to a conclusion because neither sounds fun to me. I’ve made a permanent note to myself about this, for future reference if we ever spend Christmas apart again. Hopefully we won’t, but hey, it’s the Army and the odds are pretty great that we will. (Shane was my secret Santa partner and he got me a USMC hoodie. I felt like a traitor wearing it!!!)

Anyways, the rest of the day went well-ish. I cried again when we all sat down for dinner. I thought it’d be a good idea if we read The Soldier’s Christmas poem, before we ate. We had 16 people at dinner and there are 21 little paragraphs or stanzas or whatever they’re called, so I figured we’d go around the table and each read one, and then the first few people would double up to finish the poem. My dad said a nice opening to the poem…and I was bawling before we even began. When I was supposed to read my little part, I read the first two lines and then literally started crying hysterically. Sweet memories, let me tell you. I somehow managed to say the rest, but it wasn’t easy. The younger girls sitting across from me were crying too and neither wanted to read, so I read their parts too, through lots of tears and sobs.

After dinner, the younger girls opened their gifts. These girls LOVE my sister and me. It’s really cute. When they were over for Thanksgiving, they were asking all about my sister, where she was at, what she’s up to, why she wasn’t there, etc. They followed us around all day on Christmas, asking us all sorts of questions, asking about things that we must have told them a few years ago, things we didn’t even remember. For example, they haven’t seen my sister since Thanksgiving 2008, I think. Apparently my sister made a comment to them then that she could put her leg behind her head?? When we were eating dinner, they asked my sister, “can you still put your leg behind your head?” My sister and I looked at each other and started laughing and we both said, “how did you know that?!” They said apparently we told them that once upon a time. They said they wanted to sit by us at Christmas dinner, and they picked out our seats, next to them, for us. Anyways, the girls were opening their gifts and the older one said out loud to no one in particular, “this may have been the best Christmas ever.” It was really sweet and genuine and I was happy that I was able to help make Christmas “the best ever” for them, even if it wasn’t for me.

Ok, well that turned out way longer than expected, so sorry to take up so much of your time. Really – sorry, you probably have better things to be doing, but if you stayed through that whole thing, congrats to you!!

Dream about homecoming

Last night I had a dream about homecoming. It was the most amazing dream ever!! I am pretty sure I cried in my sleep too, with pure excitement. Lee, Amy and Sarah were in the dream too. Here's what happened:

Amy and I were in this hallway of different shops, waiting for the guys to get there. We were looking at cute homecoming outfits for Sarah to wear, and I started picking some out. Lee walked in through some random door all by himself. He was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt and a red tie. Neither Amy or I were carrying Sarah, but she suddenly appeared and Lee was holding her. Amy and Lee didn't hug or anything, it was just Lee and Sarah. I was watching them in pure delight of being reunited and I'm pretty sure I was getting teary eyed. Then I looked over to the left and Seth came walking through the door in his ACU's. Hot damn. mmmmm Amy and I were behind this table thing and I couldn't get to him, and we just looked at each other and smiled. Then I walked around the other side of the table and we finally hugged and hugged and hugged. And I was sobbing, just so excited. I am pretty sure I was crying in my sleep here too. My mom suddenly appeared out of nowhere and she tried to get my camera from me so she could get a picture of us, but she started messing around with the camera and couldn't figure out the settings and then my friend Jen appeared out of nowhere and said, "give it to me, I'll take their pictures." She's all into photography and knows how to work a camera and we hugged for a really long time. I woke up shortly after that, but it was such a perfect dream and reunion!!!! Ahhhh, just a few more weeks.

I absolutely LOVE dreams like this. They make me smile immediately when I wake up and I always know the day will be a good day. :)

(Before this whole reunion part of the dream took place, I was on my way to this hallway of shops thing, and i was watching about 15 kids running around, throwing balls at each other. They were in a shopping parking lot and they were not being safe. There were young kids there too, under 10 years old. All of their beach balls started going into the streets and all of the kids ran out after them. I was sitting in my car with my sister watching all of this take place and I was telling her how pissed off I was that the older kids were putting themselves and the younger kids in danger like that. So all of the kids start running into their street, after their beach balls, and then a little girl, about 7 or 8, got trampled and she was laying in the street crying. I got out of my car and ran to pick her up and all the rest of the kids were standing on the sidewalk just watching, not doing anything. After I saved the little girl from the middle of the street, I carried her to the sidewalk and went completely off on the older kids, why they were playing games/throwing balls in a parking lot, running into the street, not looking for traffic. Oh man, I ripped them new ones, no joke. Then after that, I started talking through all these buildings to get to the one where I'd meet Amy, and we'd be reunited with the guys).

December 16, 2009...

This day last year...

I was waiting very very anxiously.
I jumped at every single phone call.
I jumped at every single text message.
I contemplated everything I did, everywhere I went.
I sent his dad a text message that said, “don’t forget!!!"
I was wearing khaki colored slacks and a black low-ish cut shirt. My hair was straightened.
Do I leave work now to go home, or do I stay a few more minutes?
Is he coming to my work to surprise me?
Will he be waiting at home when I get there?
I was royally pissed off that I hadn’t heard from him by 4:15 in the afternoon, so I left work and headed home.
I got home and paced back and forth.
I went to my bedroom and looked out the bedroom window every 2 seconds.
I ate a few wheat thins and hummus.
I looked out my bedroom window again.
My heart was pounding so fast.
WHENNNNNNN?
I heard a LOUD pounding on my door.
I chugged a big gulp of water to wash down the roasted red pepper flavor of hummus in my mouth.
I ran to the door.
I looked out my peep hole.
Seth was home :)
I was mad at him because he refused (by personal choice) to tell me what time he would be home. I barely knew the date he’d be home.
I boycotted him and hugged his dad before I hugged him.
Yeah, I’m a jerk.
Then his dad said something like, awww come on!!
I think I stomped my foot and said I was mad at him for not telling me when he’d be home.
Then I caved and hugged him.
My short term memory after that is shot.
I’m pretty sure he kept staring at me and trying to steal kisses.
He was wearing jeans and a black sweater.
I was still trying to be mad at him. It was hard though.
We had dinner: spaghetti, garlic bread and wine. We stared at each other across from the table. He did his head boppy thing he does while he eats and he made his eating noises. :) <-- I miss it.
We went to bed early....about 8:45 PM. He passed out pretty quickly. It was too early for me to fall asleep so I just laid there and stared at him like a creeper. I stared at him for a good hour and a half.

Seth came home from Germany on December 16, 2009, after we'd been apart for 9 months. As if 9 months wasn't long enough for us, we've decided...or the Army decided for us...that 10 months is even cooler to be apart this time around. 10 months is about to come to a screeching halt in a few weeks and I will not be a jerkface and refuse to hug him this time around. Is it January yet?

Almost home....

I was talking to my Dad today and he said, “I don’t want to get you worked up, but I told mom last night that I’m getting excited for Seth to come home. I’m excited to see him!” TRY BEING ME, FATHER!!!


My brother will be driving out from California for Christmas, too. He is planning his vacation home so it’ll overlap when Seth is home. Only for a few days, but it’s better than no days. We’re already planning on going shooting with all of Seth’s fancy guns!

This calendar…this one right below? See it? Yeah, it’s displaying the date that Seth will be home :) :) :)

He's on my "to-do" list ;)

Seth - I know what you're thinking when you read this. You KNOW how excited I get and I hope I'm not annoying you too much. I just can't hide my excitement...you know me!! I love you babe!! xxoo