One more week and J will be home. We think. A week out is not the "carved in stone" certainty that both soldiers and families would like, but it's nice to say one more week and he'll be home. He's coming home to a house that is....well.....how about I write about this after he gets home. J reads my blog and I don't want to tip my hand as to the surprises he's sure to like.

 

Every time he's deployed, I've done something to the house. One year, all I did was move furniture. One year I painted walls and moved furniture. One year I tore out the front planter ands it remained ugly until his next deployment where I had planted it with lovely perfumey plants and added a fountain. This year I've ............... and knowing that this time next years he'lll be gone again, when he returns from THAT deployment, I'm sure the remaining changes I've planned will be complete.

 

The project I'm working on now is a kitchen remodel. I'm sure it's gonna be lovely when it's done, but from the moment the first cabinet is torn out J will be here suffering thru it right along side me. I damn sure wasn't gonna do a whole kitchen redo alone. No. Not gonna do it alone. J will have to help with some of the demo, J will have to help with some of the installation, and J will have to suffer the weeks (however many it takes) of living without a kitchen. All of this right along side me.  And if that doesn't cause us to kill each other, then the marriage will absolutely stand the test of time.

 

And who might that be at the door? Ah, the contractor.......

 

 

more again later.......