So, my husband is leaving and my mind is now on "auto-pilot". Everytime he goes, this is what happens. I know that if I don't, I'll have a hard time getting out of bed in the morning. That just won't work with two children to take care of. What my husband does if very important, and I am very proud of him. He is a hard worker, and a wonderful husband and father. When I see my daughter cry because she misses her dad, it makes me so mad to think that there are people who live in this country who do not support our troops. But that is their right, and they have that right because of our men and women who fight for it. But enought about them...this is about the love of my life. The man who I fell in love with the moment I saw him. The man who proposed to me on Christmas Eve in front of my entire family. The man who loves me no matter how big I am or how bitchy I am. The man who my children call daddy. I will always love him no matter how long he is gone or how hard it gets.
