A Beautiful 30 Hours

Michael came home this weekend on a 30-hour pass. It was too short, but wonderful to see him again and I'm so grateful we got even this bit of time. I went down to Muscatutuck Urban Training Center (where he's going through his pre-mobilization, about an hour south) Saturday morning to pick him up. I felt like I was driving in slow motion; I could not get there fast enough. Once I got there we had to sit through too-long briefings until a little after noon, and then he was released. We didn't plan anything this weekend, which was perfect. We picked up some necessities from Walmart and he got a haircut, but mostly we just relaxed. It was so nice. The dogs were happy to see him too, especially Sammy. I can tell she missed him. I dropped him off at Atterbury this evening. The good-byes suck. Period. It's the hardest part. But I'll keep busy until his next pass. I have this week and then a couple days next week left of student teaching. After that my plan is to start getting things done around the house, and trust me, my list is long. I also have a large stack of books that have piled up that I really want to get to. And hopefully the rain will cease so I can enjoy a little outside time.