I never realized just how hard it may be at times. Knowing that my husband is deployed, and worrying about his safety when I don't hear from him is nerve racking. I wish I could just reach out and hug him. We have been seperated more than we have been together as a couple. I've always been able to deal with it much better than now. Sometimes I hate the fact that we even have this war. Sometimes I don't even feel like going on, but then I snap back in reality and remind myself that I am so much stronger than I give myself credit for. I also think about, what would my husband want me to do. Being strong is so hard to do at times. I cry, wishing that my husband was here to comfort me. I think about all the times we had together, and anticipate the day he comes home. 15 months seems like an eternity to be away from my husband. He hasn't even been gone a month yet, and I find it so depressing at times. It's like my right hand is gone, but I know it won't always be like this. I look at our pictures, and read over emails, just to keep me sane when I feel like I'm about to lose it. Being away from my husband is so hard and I hate it, but I know he's doing a great thing for me, and for our country. I just want him home, like NOW!! I guess I'm dealing with it the best way I can. I have my good days, and my bad days, and I know that God will bring my husband back home, sooner than I think. I love my husband, my soldier, and can't wait until he comes back home to me.