Let's just say he leaves sooner than I hoped he would and he'll be gone longer than I thought he would.  And he's going to miss a lot of baby girl's first year.  We are really hoping hard for internet connectivity over there that he'll be able to access Skype or iChat on.  Without video chat, I worry he'll come home to kids that don't recognize him.  That kills me.

With Amaris giving me a rough time nearly every night for the past week or so, I am left wondering (sometimes out loud) how I'll survive when there are two of them and one of me.  Mark says it'll work out.  I said, "Yeah, easy for you to say."  That was mean.  I bit my tongue immediately.

And so the cycle of deployment begins.  I'm going to fight the worst of the stages tooth and nail simply because I can't stand feeling like I'm pushing him away.