Three Months In

It's hard to believe that my husband has been deployed away from home for three months now. We would be half way to his homecoming if it weren't for the training he had to attend before being shipped out of the country.

The time has both crawled and flown.

But I have good news. We have slightly more official word (official-ish, if you will) that he should be home by February. Actually he tells me that he should be home in early to mid January but experience tells me it is better to give my heart some leeway and plan for late January.

A few weeks ago my son started telling everyone that his Daddy would be home after his December 20 birthday. So at least this return date fits in better with my son's plans.

I suppose that little has changed in this last month of being a waiting family. We're even more comfortable with our routine. The kids are doing well with our 21 Day Challenge but I'm struggling more than a bit.

I'm not really counting the days that he's been gone. I'm not even counting the days until his return. I'm just living day to day doing the best that I can. Some days I live hour to hour or even minute to minute. I've even had those blessedly few moments when I've lived breath to breath. But we all soldier on in relative happiness.

To be honest, I miss my husband a lot right now. But I'm trying to concentrate on the positive. Three months have gone by and we're all fine. I can't ask for much more.