One last goodbye...

David had this past weekend "off" just as they guys finalized deployment exercises and prepare for their mission. He called with the news and with the help of my brother-in-law, I was able to fly out to see him.

He was in great spirits and had a very calming "calm" about him. It comforted me more than you can imagine. His demeanor showed me he is ready for these next 9 months. He and the other Marines are healthy, rested, well trained and ready for this assignment.

We had some much needed couple time. We got to eat at grown up restaurants, watch a movie that wasn't G rated and had adult conversation...uninterrupted conversation! We even got to stay out late! We got to eat with each other, at the same time, and nothing was spilled or dropped. No one had to get up to go to the restroom, no one was upset that someone ate the last bite of whatever, and no one gave us that goofy "Oh my gosh, how many kids do ya'll have??" look that we love to watch on the faces of the poor patrons who have the pleasure of being seated next to us.

But, as with every weekend getaway, it had to end. The final goodbyes stink! They really, really stink and the heartbreak that comes along with the last few minutes and the long walk away is unbearable. You find yourself wanting to run back, to grab hold and never let go. You know you can't and you fight the urge with all you can. I guess what I mean to say is...grab a strong hold on your loved one. You may never know if you will see them again. Grab tight and tell your loved one each chance you can what they mean to you.

Special thanks to Jimmy. You have no idea what your donation of frequent flyer miles meant to us. You gave us a couple of more days together and with our situation, we don't want to pass up any chance to be together.