My first...

day of really feeling like a military wife. Yes, we've moved 5 times in two years. Yes, Rick's been in training for two years. Yes, we've been adjusting our schedule constantly to meet the demands of the Air Force. Yes, we haven't really been on vacation since the honeymoon. But today was the first time I've dropped him off at the airport with his gigantic camouflage bag full of flight suits, BDUs and combat boots.

He's just going to survival training, not deploying, and I'll see him again in 3 weeks. Seriously, no big deal. He's already done a couple of TDYs so we've been separated before but not since we've been married. It's just weird to have all this time ahead of me alone. As of now, I'm fine with it. I know I'll see him soon, we can talk for the most part. I'm just not really thinking about what goes on at survival. I think his mom might be having a harder time with it. From what I've heard from some other wives, I think that the moms are the ones who struggle most with hard trainings like this. To your mom you are always her baby and no one is going to hurt her baby. It's hard to see your child as an adult capable of taking care of themselves first and foremost. On the other hand, as a wife I see my husband as tough and able to take care of himself and me. I love him and worry about him but he's not my baby. I know that every thing he has to go through as part of his career is just that, part of a career he signed up for and he can handle it. And I love him even more for that capability.

Anyway, like my friend whose husband is also going said, we're going to be single ladies here for awhile. Wine, sushi, chocolate, the Babies movie, and lots of pink - here we come.