Everything was packed last night. Clothes were laid out, toiletries sealed in leak proof Ziplock bags, games gathered, and reading and writing materials set next to the games.
I woke up this morning at 6:15 a.m. Jon was stretched out on the couch watching CMT waiting for time to tick by until he needs to leave. Immediately I joined him on the couch, wanting to spend as much time with him as possible before he left for two weeks.
About 20 minutes later he decided it was time to load up. Fighting tears, I helped him load all of his bags into the car. With a hug, a kiss, and a promise of safety, Jon climbed into the car and drove off to meet the group.
I walked upstairs and stretched out on the couch fighting tears again. I would see him in 8 days when I would go to visit him. Finally I got ready for work. Realizing Jon forgot his pillow, I left a few minutes early to swing by the warehouse to give it to him. A brief kiss and I was off to work.
It's been a slow day. I keep thinking of him and missing him. I know that when I go home tonight it will be worse. I'll make dinner for one and sleep in our bed alone. I'm anticipating a call, most likely a brief chat, but a call all the same. That will bring some relief but saddness will flow soon there after.
I have plenty to keep me busy. Exercising, deep cleaning my house (room by room), finishing my business plan, and making quilts. Plenty to do, but I know I will not want to do it. I know I will continually pause and think of my husband, hours away, and the tears will threaten to fall. I know I will let a few slip down my cheeks, mostly to release some tension.
The day to day tasks of getting ready for work, working, exercising, making dinner, and random projects should make the days go by quickly. In addition, on Saturday I have my nephews birthday party. Sunday, I have church in the morning but not much going on in the afternoon. That day will probably be the only difficult day to fill. All in all, so far I'm making it through.
Most probably think 2 weeks isn't much, but for me it is. We've only spent 5 days/4 nights apart at the most since we've been married. For me it's a difficult thing. I love spending every day with Jon. I miss him already and day 1 is not even over yet.
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