Empty Promises....

I promised to blog in more detail about my trip to Misery and never did. I don't even know what to tell the bloggyworld about the trip. I told you that I decided at the last minute to go, which I did. It was supposed to be a week long trip. It ended up being almost 3 weeks! (WHOA!) I just looked at the calendar...ladies did you realize I was there that long? Anyway...we did lots of shopping. I got THE DRESS that I am wearing to pick up the Husband from the airport (more on that later). I bought so much stuff that I thought I would have to leave the toddler in Misery to get it all home. Amber didn't seem thrilled with this thought.

I bought a fishing license and a fishing pole. A really cool pole that made Michelle jealous. MY pole came with a little bag and a little tacklebox of sorts. It comes apart in three or four sections and fits into its own little bag. Too bad that I can't get the ridiculous thing apart! We fished several times. We fished at night. In the dark. Returning home at midnight. Good times! On the trip returning home at midnight, I got a message from the Husband wondering just where I could be at that hour. The response of fishing was laughed at.

We did alot of preparing for homecoming, as I mentioned before. Since I had never experienced an Army homecoming like this, I was thrilled to experience it not once, but twice. I remember being a kid and waiting at the pier for my father's ship to pull in. This is nothing like that. Maybe because I am an adult that is married to a soldier that is far away playing in the sand or...who knows why. It was a wonderful experience that I am so thrilled I was able to have. Thanks to the Misery girls for inviting me to visit and forcing me to stay! I met their husbands and was able to put a face with all of the great stories I have about them.

I have, of course, returned home. DQ has not yet returned from her summer with her father so it it just the Toddler and I. I got news almost a week ago that my husband would be home for his R&R at the beginning of August. I can not begin to explain how completely ecstatic I am about this. I also am having all kinds of other crazy emotions. I am nervous. I am almost even scared. This man I married, he's been gone for far too long. How much has he changed? How much have I? I am so afraid that it will be like two strangers meeting for the first time. I sure hope not. I have asked a friend about this and learned that she never had these concerns...am I the only one ever? I also worry about after he leaves again. I don't want to be the person that I was back in February and March. So many emotions so little time.

And lastly...my family has received some bad news in the last week as well. My grandmother, whom is 75, has been diagnosed told that she has many lesions, tumors, spots consistent with a very aggressive cancer. I can't technically say diagnosed until after she sees the oncologist, I suppose, but the doctors are pretty certain. The prognosis seems grim considering and I ask that you keep my Grandmother and the rest of my family in your thoughts as we all come to terms with this.