Our troubles will be miles away...

I feel as though the entire country's Christmas spirit was stolen from them by a Connecticut asshole with a complex. The day of the shooting, I had planned to work on my annual new Christmas song memorization. (how pathetic in comparison) Apparently I'm in a soulful mood preferring Have yourself a merry little Christmas to the happier Jingle bell types. I sat down, with my guitar just to sing the song. I was sobbing by the second line... These poor children, and their educators were stolen from their families, just outside of the holiday season. How many gifts were already purchased? How many plans for cookies for Santa? I feel like every time I sing a carol, I'm singing what they cannot and start crying by the end. Are these songs my prayers for them? When I do pray, I end up just imagining hugging all these little children.

Only strong cause I have to be.

As of next week, Doug will have been in training for 6 months. 6 months of training, no where near his wife or his dog. I am not a fan.

I suppose at this point I am sort of used to it, and to that end, it will make a deployment that much easier for me because we have been there, done that. Sort of.
Once he actually starts his OCS (Officer Candidate School), it will be 12 more weeks. At this point 12 weeks sounds like so little.

I'd like to say that it's been easy, no problem, whatever. But I miss my husband. I miss his smile. We skype, so I see him, but there's only so much you can get out of an image. This has been a very frustrating experience for me, for him, and I am sure also for my parents, who have taken Juno and me in for the duration.

Just a little vent.