He's gone

Well, the moment has come and gone. Honestly, it was both worse and better than I expected. He actually did worse than I thought he would. We woke up and he cried most all morning. For me, it was crazy things. I lost it when I poured his last cup of coffee and then after my shower when I saw some of the "shaved pieces" of his hair in the sink. When he got out of the van and I came to hug him, MAN, it was awful! I got back in the van, laid on the wheel and bawled like a baby. I was gagging (thank goodness we could not eat breakfast!). Our poor girls were in their car seats saying, "Mommy, we'll take you on a date, please stop crying, you can have my doll, if you stop crying you can have a reward chart." etc. Of course that was making it worse. I started driving and had to stop because I could not see. Someone had told me to MAKE plans for right after. I took the girls and we went to the beauty school. We all got haircuts and I let them have Burger King for lunch. I got home and put them down and realized that I was hungry for the first time! I have seriously lost 4 pounds in the past week. Now that the moment is over, I feel ok. I keep choking up, but I am fortunate to have the girls to keep me going and my family here to talk to.
I think we can make it though. I am trying to focus on the excitement and benefits of the military lifestyle. Please keep us in your prayers!