Saturday Taylors grandma came to pick her up for the week. But that is not what got me thinking about that word... the thinking started monday at the high risk OB's office, when he said I could and I would make it past 32 weeks he was sure of it, in fact he went on to say that I can go as far as 38 weeks... I was thrilled so in that regard to me the word week was pretty encouraging... then I went to schedule my next Appointment, and my husband informed me that he only had 10 weeks left in the US in Arizona... I was crying inside. He would be gone for approximately 53 weeks... really? As the weeks tick down and D day gets closer, I just want to pause time...
tonight over dinner we both talked about how much can happen in 53 weeks, pretty good conversation to have dont ya think? Not.... When I think about how long a week is and how long 53 weeks are going to be I cant help but tear up... But I have to say this I am very thankful for my husband and his service to this country... I am proud to be an american, I am proud to be married to a "soldier" fighting whether it is in korea, iraq, or Japan for this country and the freedom that everyday people get to enjoy!
On the 4th of July remember this, the fireworks in the sky are symbolic of our freedom... the fellowship of family and friends is all allowed because someone somewhere signed their name on a form to fight for this country!
I will survive the 53 weeks of seperation, and so will our children, because they to will know and understand that their daddy is a hero in our eyes!
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