The hammer dropped...

Living with the Sergeant has always been about standing beneath the hammer. Wondering when it will drop, land on my head, and knock me on my ass.

That moment has not fully come, but I have had a close brush with it. In two weeks, and three days, I have to hand him over to the Army, for a year. He will leave, I will stay behind, and I’m not sure how I will slog through the coming year. I found this out this evening, on the way to dinner, most of which is still at the restaurant.

With that in mind, time is too precious. Although I want the friends and family I love to walk through this with me, I refuse to spend all of my time writing all of this down.

Instead, I am taking the next two weeks off the computer, off my cell phone, off of everything except real life. I will come back to this, I will continue to write, I will continue to memorize everything that my life comes to, in due time.

But I need all the time there is with him, all the time possible, to soothe my heart when he leaves.

~Jennifer