Well, we've had a few unexpected changes within the past few months. We moved out of our apartment...and I'm not sure weather to be happy or sad. We are now living with Den's parents. Which is okay. I think we took our privacy for granted...ie. having to be dressed when we get up to use the bathroom in the night. :) haha! We origionally were moving out here temporarily, to help save some money.
Dennis has been talking about going into the Army, or the Marines. Which I know my husband. He usually just says stuff to see what kind of a rise he can get out of me. But it kept getting brought up...I knew after a few times of bringing it up, he was serious! So I thought about what I could say to him. After all I don't want to discourage him...but the thought of losing him was the first thought that came to me. I know this must sound selfish, but me being an "Over-reactor" I had to take a step back and really try hard to make myself support him. And I'm sure if it was something that he was seriously wanting to do, then I'd have to support him. It'd just be too hard. I couldn't imagine him shipping out over seas. It was about at that moment that my heart went out to the parents, wives, girlfriends, etc. of the kids who told them that they wanted to join the Military. FEAR is what gets to ya...and trust me Satan does his best to scare ya too.
After a couple weeks of panicing, we had the "talk". I just kind of asked him if he had any part in him concidering to join the Navy or the Air Force instead. Because they are the two safest ones, while nothing is ever guarenteed. I felt a little better with those choices. Den agreed. So a few days later we made our trip to the Navy recruiters office. Dennis and the guy talked for a while and then it was my turn to ask questions. Although, I've NEVER been a fan of them ( they remind me of used care salesmans...they'll tell you anything you want to hear just for a signature.) he assured me that Den would be taken care of. A week later Den took a trip to Utah to take some tests and pick a date to leave, and his job. When he came back with his boot camp date, and job. It hit me...man!!! This is for real!
Den's anxious, nervous, scared, excited, pretty much every emotion there is he has. I have to tell myself that I'm okay with his decesion. And its only 4 years. We can do it. My biggest fear is to have the base be half way across the world, and I'm home alone...I'm sure I can make new friends. But it isn't home. So here are the dates so far... July 19 he leaves for boot camp for 8 weeks! Then he graduates from boot camp and I can see him that weekend and then it's off to school for him for another 8 weeks, then I can move with him to the base, which will be one out of 5 places Georgia, Conneticut, Washington, Virgina, or Hawii. I'll keep ya upto date on any changes that may happen. Geeze, I can't even stand him away from home for the night, i don't know about 4 months!!!
On a way better note, we are Aunt Alicia and Uncle Dennis for the 6th time! Our beautiful neice was born February 18th. She's an absolute doll!! And so so so small! I just love it! Having a new baby in the family sure isn't helping me with the baby blues! But I think we'll see her enough to help cure them for a second... :) haha! These pictures are way small because they're from my phone...I'll update some from the camera when it gets un packed! ;)
