He's coming home!!!
Or, as he likes to say, three days and a wake up. :)
There are moments when I fear I will simply explode with all this anticipation.
I keep going over every detail of that glorious day in my mind.
Our home will be sparkling clean.
His favorite meal will keep warm in the CrockPot while a cheesecake cools on the counter.
A "Welcome Home" banner will hang prominently on the living room wall.
Everything is ready.
I've been planning for weeks.
The waterproof mascara is on hand, I've practiced how I'll do my hair, and I know just what to wear.
With butterflies in my stomach, I will drive to the base.
I'll wait nervously in the squadron,
and then finally, finally, finally,
he will be home.
Oh glorious day. :)
Love and blessings,