I met the love of my life eight years ago at church. He had just come home from serving an honorable mission to Barcelona Spain for the church that we belong to. We went on our first date on 11/24/2002, he proposed 1/13/2003, and we were married for Time and Eternity in the Los Angeles Temple on 6/14/2003. I was head over hills in love with my husband. We had our first baby Amy on 2/9/2004 and our son was born 6/12/2006. We struggled while I put him through school. He graduated with his bachelors degree on 5/15/2009. I was so proud of him. He had done something that not a lot of people have done while taking care of me and our two kids. During this time like I said we struggled financially but somehow it made our marriage stronger. We worked through problems together, we depended on each other, we were our support system. The love I had from him went from a honeymoon gaga love, to such a deep emotional connection that I never thought was possible. Ok so fast forward to July 19, 2010. This was the day that the love of my life left to serve his Country. He got up at 4:oo am, showered, cuddled with our kids, cuddled with me, and sobbed. I will always remember this day for one reason. To never take this man for granted again. The day he left a part of me went with him. So many emotions have run through me, ones that I will describe in later posts. I am very proud of my soldier. He is stronger emotionally, physically, and mentally even after only three weeks of training. He is happy and is doing what is making him happy. I can do this. I can get through.