I'm going to be real you guys.
I miss Ches. I miss him so much that I have a hard time being at my house, and sleeping in my bed without him here.
I miss him so much that there is this weird achy spot in my chest when I think about him.
I miss him so much that when I look at my son, I see more of his father in him every time.
I miss him so much that I am almost starting to forget how I would get irritated when he would come home from being at work all day, and spend what felt like endless amounts of time playing silly games on the ipad.
I didn't realize that he is the only person that I really hug anymore. I'm not a big hugger. But I guess I still need hugs.
I didn't realize that kissing is such a big deal. How did I miss THAT?
I didn't realize that two weeks can seem like a second when your baby is growing faster than you have the capacity to keep track of, but at the same time can seem endless when your best friend and life companion is hundreds of miles away.
Can I survive twelve more weeks of his absence? Yes. I haven't been poisoned, beaten, or mortally harmed.
Military wives and single moms...I respect you at a new level. You are the strongest women that exist. You make Chuck Norris look like a little girl with pigtails on the first day of kindergarten.
Husband, you are the best. Thank you for this. See you Mid-October. We'll do Mocktails and movie with lost of explosions.
* Update. Although I do still, and probably will continue to have, moments when I feel like this, it is not the norm! Maverik and I are lucky to have family super close, and the vast majority of the time we are doing extremely well, and are very happy.