Heart Broken

Well, I did it.  Tonight, I told my wonderful husband good-bye.  That was a little overly dramatic, but it's how I feel inside.  I didn't tell him good-bye for good, just for the next 58 days.  My heart shattered when I realized I won't see him in the flesh or touch him again for 8 weeks.  I also realized that we will have very sporadic phone contact (i.e. I may get to talk to him 3 times).  In the four year we have known each other, we haven't gone more than 24 hours without talking to each other.  We will be communicating the old-fashioned way, by letter.  I have this vision in my head that it will be all romantic and heart-felt letters written to each other on a daily basis.  But then reality sets in.  This is the military, people.  Their goal is to toughen these soldiers up by making them work 20 hours a day and survive on minimal sleep.  They want to test the ability of the officer candidates to make decision in stressful situations.  That's all fine and good, but what about me and all the other family members left behind?  What about our mental state after being deprived of the one thing that gets us through the day?  Our loved one?  I will be lucky to get a couple notes a week telling me how things are going.  I know I will survive these next 58 days and be a stronger person for it.  Our loving God will help me get through this time by helping me remember Mike and all the great times we have already shared and all the great times that are yet to come.  I know Mike will survive, too.  He is a strong man on the inside and out.  He is a natural leader and will get through this training with flying colors, if that is what God has planned for him.  I am very proud of Mike and the sacrifice he is making to better himself and provide for our family!