what is so hard about having your husband leave for a year at a time? besides the obvious, there is the not so obvious.
folding his clothes in the last loads of laundry from when he was here. instead of getting mad that he didn't turn the shirt right side out before he put it in the laundry, you bury your head in it and cry.
walking behind a man who wears the same cologne as him. as you walk, you close your eyes and take the deepest breath and try to hold on to the smell.
the worst thing, the hardest thing for me is standing in line somewhere, waiting in traffic and seeing a couple snuggle close, kiss, hold hands, rest their head on his shoulder. it sucks.
as proud as i am of my husband and what he does, what he represents, what he believes - it doesn't make any of this easier. i miss you honey. 1 month down 11 to go. we got this!