Home Again, Home Again Jiggity Jog...

Let's talk markets. The title is from a mother goose rhyme about shopping. But I am going to put my own twist on this. Dave came home early this week and then will come home next weekend too. To much of a good thing for us. So I am hoping that I will soon be saying "home again, home again" as the movers are here packing up my house and we are moving with Dave!! I still need a buyer, but just one buyer. I hope that the tax refunds people are getting will go toward a home purchase. MY HOME!! Okay so now you know what I obsess about everyday. This and what to make for dinner. So far neither of these are going well for me. I like what I make, but no one else does. Makes for alot of cereal eating for my kids.

21 Days

This will probably embarrass my husband, but oh well. I never thought that I would be such a cry baby. Dave left to go back to California today. I did not sleep very good, and first thing this morning I am crying. I know he felt bad. I don't like the kids to see me so desperate to have him stay here. I really am shocked at myself that I am having such a hard time when he is gone. When he first started traveling, 2 years ago, I would cry after I left the airport but he never saw that. Then I got use to him going, but always knowing he would be home within a day or two. Today after family prayer, again I am crying, but hiding it from the kids, and Dave. So I dropped him off at the airport, and then the kids and I went to church. My friend nicely asks how I am and on go the water works. All through Relief Society, the lesson is be cheerful in your trails. I had to leave when I could not hold back the flood. It is not that I am not trying to be cheerful or that this trial is to hard, I just hate being away from Dave. I guess the upside of that is that after 15 years of being married I don't ever want to imagine my life without him. He is such a good guy. My best friend that I never imagined I could or would have. Perfectly suited for me in every way. I love that he is a hard worker and that he loves our kids and that I hope that his heart hurts when he is gone from me, too. Okay that is to much information. I just hope that I can make it through this trail stronger than when it started and that I will shout for joy when it is over (good or bad). Also that somewhere in the trail I will know that there will be an end soon, and I will feel peace.