D-Day

It is hard to believe today has come and gone already.  I suppose a piece of me is relieved that the anxiety of when he is leaving is over with.  Now we can start the countdown to homecoming.  I can't wait until the months turn into weeks, days, hours, minutes, and then seconds.  Am I crazy for already mentioning the word homecoming? I don't think so.  That is the light at the end of the tunnel for me.  Last deployment, I counted down by how many pay days were left.  That number was always less intimidating.  Here I will show you...Which one sounds better?  Fourteen pay days until homecoming or over 200 days until homecoming?  Exactly.  I will stick with paydays again. 
Sometimes I wonder if I have what it takes to be a Marine wife.  I don't hold it together on deployment days.  I am that girl that is hyperventilating as my husband walks away.  Maybe part of me thought see ya laters became easier the second time around.

I am grateful for Mason today.  Well, I am grateful for him everyday, but especially today.  When I was taking him out of his car seat when we arrived at the house from dropping Brandon off, he sighed and snuggled up to me.  He was telling me that he needed me to be strong for him, and I will, we will.  After his bath tonight we(Mason, Me, & Daddy in the doll form) cuddled up and listened to the book Brandon recored.  It was a bitter sweet ending to our day.