Can someone please tell me what in the heck is up with New England!? We're in April and now it decides to snow! Today's weather has been absolutely awful! When I left my house at 6:30 this AM it wasn't looking real great outside, but atleast it was dry. At 3pm I walk out of work only to find a mixture of ginormous snowflakes and sleet coming down hard and fast! I've heard of the saying "April showers bring May flowers" but come on! This is a tad bit ridiculous! Tony and I have summed it all up to Murphy's Law. The only reason it's snowing now is because while Tony was home, he had my winter tires taken off and he had the 18" rims, that he bought for me, put on my car. And now that he has gone back to Iraq, of course the snow won't hesitate to come down. To make this post a little bit interesting I'm going to toss in a picture of my pretty little car :)

I've had the writing on the back of my window ever since he's been in Iraq, and I really don't plan on taking it off until he comes home. I guess you could say it's a deployment thing. I've been on a hunt for more magnets. I can't seem to find a place around here that sells a large variety of them. Tony bought the yellow "Keep My Soldier Safe" ribbon for me when we were up north. I used to have a tiny red, white, and blue ribbon that said something like "Freedom Isn't Free" but someone decided that they wanted to be cool and stole it off the back of my car. I still can't seem to fathom why anyone would do such a thing. I was really hurt when I got to my car one day only to find it missing. I wish people would realize that something so small and inexpensive, such as a magnet, can mean the world to someone else. Someone such as us military families that have a loved one in a war zone. We wear our magnets with pride. So the next time you see a "Support Our Troops" magnet and you get that itchy little hand that's tempted to take.. you better stop and thing again, because if you're in my area and see you swiping someone else's magnet, there WILL be issues. I'm not afraid to throw down in the middle of a parking garage over something that I believe in. So keep your hands to yourself and don't touch my magnets!! This is the only warning you get.

So, now that I got that out of the way, I guess I should admit that the only reason I'm really posting is because I'm waiting for Tony to finish his shift and come online. That, and it has been a while since I made a legit post. I suppose I could just post pictures from when Tony was home, and then blab about each and every one of them. That actually sounds like a semi decent idea.

This is me waiting at the airport for Tony's flight to arrive. My sister started to count the number of times I shouted, "I'm so excited!" I think after the first ten times she lost count and gave up. Who wouldn't be excited?! Notice my clenched fist too. I think at one point my knuckles turned bright white and my hand started to go numb.

Here I am, sitting on my little brother's lap, after I found out Tony's flight was delayed for ten minutes. You have no idea how close I was to throwing a temper tantrum and crying right there, in the middle of the airport. But I knew that eventually his plane would land and he'd call me the moment he was able to. However, when I did get his phone call, there was a tad bit of confusion.

He called me and told me that he was off the plane and wanted to know where I was because he couldn't see me. That's when I knew I was in the wrong place because I had been sitting right next to the gate the entire time. I told him that I was upstairs waiting for him when he responded with, "I'm downstairs!" Apparently I don't understand English all that well because I still felt the need to ask him, "What do you mean you're downstairs?!" After that I realized that I was only wasting time standing there, so I spun on my heel and sprinted for the stairs. When I got to the bottom I still didn't see him. Instead, I had about twenty people standing in front of me, staring at, and I'm sure they were most likely wondering what in the hell I was doing. I stood there looking all around me, desperately trying to find my husband, when out of the corner of my left eye I saw him! There he was, running through the airport to get to me. It was almost like something out of a fairytale! I jumped off the step I had been standing on and ran to him as fast as I could. I must have jumped about three feet in the air and into his arms. I wish I could describe how amazing it is to have the opportunity in life to experience a reunion like this one. It is truly beautiful missing something that much. For something in life to actually... literally... take your breath away, it's indescrible. My heart was beating so hard, and so fast, I thought for sure it was going to beat right out of my chest.


There wasn't really anything to do after we left the airport. It was just about 9:30pm by the time we got his luggage and headed out of the airport. We did have plans to go to a bar for a drink or two seeing as it was St. Patrick's Day. However, the place we wanted to go to was at maximum capacity, as I'm sure every other place was too. We decided to stay at the hotel that night and relax.

We love being silly. Seriously. We're both far too spontaneous and outgoing to take normal pictures. It's little things like this that seem to make us fall more in love. His adorable faces make me weak in the knees and always find a way to melt my heart. I love my silly hubby :)

Here we are, up in the north country, dancing the night away in each other's arms. Those are the nights that I live for. And those were the nights that helped form the incredible friendship we had before we turned it into a relationship. I miss everything about those nights. Laughing our worries away. Drinking ourselves into complete silliness and not giving a damn what everyone else thinks. The way he looks into my eyes and moves in front of me. His hands on my waistline holding me close. There isn't a single thing I wouldn't give to have one of those nights, tonight. It's amazing how the two of us can get so intoxicated and still remember every detail of the night because it has so much meaning to us. Because we know that the memories we create are what's going to get us through the rest of this deployment. It's simply amazing.

I love precious kisses from my handsome dead sexy bad ass over whelmingly breath taking soldier hubby!

After spending the night in each other's arms, and in tears, here we are at the airport getting ready to let go, yet again. I've had to let him go a number of times already, at the begining of the deployment, and I thought that it was going to easier every time I had to do it. I wish that was the case. For some reason, it always ends up hurting more than it did the last time. I think it's because I know what to expect. At the begining, everything was a surprise to me. It was a challenge learning how to adjust to living life alone, without the one that I love. Now, I am well aware of the lonliness that follows as I watch him walk through the gate. I spent two amazing weeks sleeping next to the love of my life, and now it's hard sometimes. There are nights where I wake up reaching out for him. I try to fill the empty space beside me with the teddy bears he has sent me over the last six months, but it never seems to take the pain away. It's been hard getting back into my normal routine of going to work and focusing on what I need to do when I have all of my co-workers asking me how my vacation was. They don't realize that I just want to "forget" about it. I don't mean I want to literally forget about it, but I just want to reminisce when it's convenient for me. When I am completely alone and able to cry my heart out. It's going to take some time for me to be able to recall memories without completely breaking down. It's all about time. Sigh.