I can't believe that I'm leaving to see my husband tomorrow and the day after that I'll be in his arms again. It's a good thing I'll get to see him this weekend because I haven't been able to talk to him all week. Usually one weekday evening he has a chance to call me. If it weren't for this trip I would be really depressed right now. I've just been planning our trip for the past week: buying snacks, reserving a hotel, buying a new bathing suit and some other trip essentials. The only thing that I'm worried about is saying goodbye to him again. I know that when I have to say goodbye I'll be able to look forward to seeing him again in two weeks, but it's always hard to say goodbye to someone you love.

I'm going to see my husband this weekend! One of the other wives from my husband's unit decided to drive down this weekend to see her husband. Her husband told my husband and offered a seat in his wife's car to me. So I'm going to drive down with three complete strangers (this marine's wife and two of her girlfriends) to see my husband. 16 hours in a car with people I've never met. It should be interesting. I'm going to bring a book that way if they feel weird about me being there I can just keep to myself. I have to miss some classes and the first track meet of the season but it will be worth it to see my husband. We've reserved a hotel room down there and we just plan on relaxing and spending time together. We really don't have any plans except I want to go to the beach and there's some stuff that my husband wants to buy off-base. I'm going to see him over Easter so I've been counting down to that since he left. Suddenly we've gone from being 17 days away from seeing each other to three (not counting today). I can hardly wait.