Things seem to be getting better, however not due to any change in plans, but rather a change in attitude. I realized that as far as this deployment issue is concerned, a little faith is needed. Having a different outlook and a feeling of pride in my brave husband and his fellow soldiers, things look quite a bit brighter. I owe it to him to be supportive and to make the most of the precious time that we have together before he leaves. I owe it to him to be a strong, unwavering rock that he can remember when things are at their worst over there. He needs and deserves the comfort that his little family will be okay and that we'll be stronger by the time he gets back. I refuse to let this situation and that evil man get the better of me! However difficult it will be for me to be without him on the day of our first son's birth, it will be even more difficult for him, knowing that he will miss it and will have to play catch-up once he gets back. I will have my family to support me and comfort me when I am lonely, but I just keep thinking, who does he have to turn to? I know he'll frequently use the power of prayer to help him through the tough spots, I just hope he is able to keep his spirits up. I know he is a strong person, but I also know he's human and that he is probably worried and scared too. I worry so much that he is keeping all of that inside to help me. I love him so much and I know that this time apart will only make us stronger. I will just really, really miss him while he's gone. The thing is, I miss him already. I often find myself missing him even when he's around. I don't know how I'll handle it when he's really is gone. AUGH, I'll do it though and I'll be a stronger person because of it!

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