It broke

my heart to read of the soldier who died in Afghanistan recently. His poor wife and baby. I can't imagine losing my husband - but to have a newborn would make it so much harder. I am so grateful for the many men and women who serve our country and who put their lives in danger so that we can have the freedoms that we have. When Tim was in Afghanistan, I knew he'd be safe. I knew he'd be protected and would return home safely to me. I thought he was on a safe base - as safe as he could be over there. We were so lucky because he was on a base and could call home daily. As long as there was a phone available, he could call. I loved that. How lucky were we! I didn't like to think too much of where he was when he went to a "FOB" for a few weeks at a time. But I found out after he got home that he had an experience where he was in extreme danger. I am so thankful that he returned home safely and it hurts me to see that another soldier has died. I cry for his family and for their loss.

I guess I'm rambling. Maybe it is because I'm really missing Tim right now. I miss my best friend. No offense to Sterling, but it just isn't the same with Tim gone. There is no one here to tell me that I wouldn't be so tired if I didn't stay up so late. I miss trying to slip into bed without waking him up (fail every time). I miss his teasing me and me teasing him. I miss waking up Saturday mornings to find he went and bought us breakfast sandwiches and drinks. I miss my friend. And my best friend should be home in 20 days!