"One more week" is what I keep telling myself.
One more week until Seth doesn't have to be gone all week long.
One more week and we will be able to see each other more than 2 or 3 days a week (if that, some weeks)
One more week, and this little guy...
...will also have his Daddy around again!!!
I'm excited because I'm totally over not having him around.
I don't know how military wives do it.
PS: We got the place we wanted in Cheyenne!
And, no, we still don't know what the inside looks like.