I can't complain...

Well, I can. But that's not the point.

C leaves soon. Not as soon as we thought he was going to, but still soon. I'm not excited. At the same time though, part of me feels like I can't complain that he's leaving. He's not going to miss an major holidays. He's not going to even be gone that long. He'll barely be getting used to the heat when they send him back. I know women whose husbands have missed their childs birth--He'll miss a little bit of JB being a puppy, but that's not the same. I know women who have spent anniversaries, Christmases, Thanksgivings alone. He'll be back in time for all of that.

I just feel like I have it too easy to complain about it.  Yes I'll miss him, and yes it sucks--but I know so many who have it so much worse. Like this isn't even a 'big deal', so I have no right to complain.

In other news, I've picked out my tattoo. It's going by my scar. it says"Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.” -Ghandi. (Using my scar to underline the indomitable will part) I'd like to get it with flowers by it representing both sides of my family. Orange freesia, for my Grandma Syl. I haven't decided on the color or flower for my momma's side yet though.but, I want them tied together with a yellow ribbon. I'm all about the symbology. :)

Oy. Today is trying out a church, checking out a museum, getting C a haircut, doing laundry. Our possible home is being inspected tomorrow at 8, and C is starting his class so he can meet his unit.  I just hope we can close on the proposed date in our offer! That would give us a little move-in time (very little) before he leaves and I go on vacation.

This is the life.
J