1/February 18

Day 1
Damon's supposed to be gone to Cherry Point by now to get ready for the flight. I left him at 2:00-- an hour before the time he was supposed to be on his way. I didn't want to wait for the busses; that would have been too much for me to bear at that point. It's easier to decide when to leave than have it told to you.
I miss him already. I miss knowing that he will be home soon. It's a hard thought to have that he will not be home for 303 days. So the sadness still comes in waves. I know, in the long run, things will be okay and I will get through all this. We will get through all this.
I straightened up part of the garage. I cleaned some dishes. I spent some money. I wish he was going to be home soon-- one more hug, one more kiss... one more look.
He is so sweet -- he left me a card and a starbuck's card in the bathroom. I was so hoping he would but I really didn't think that he did. I'm not sure how he hid it from me but he did and I was so surprised and happy to get my little treat. I am so lucky to have found a true love-- one that can withstand all the crap that gets tossed in between.
Still not sure what it's going to be like going to bed tonight for the first time in 303 days alone.