My first thought this morning was, this is it. The day that Leigh will drive back to Camp Pendleton, get on a plane in the next few days and head to Afganistan. My second thought was, how am I going to survive MY thoughts. The what-if's of my mind. Logically I know that he will be fine, but my heart is in another place.
I have wonderful support from my family and friends. Geoff thinks I'm over-reacting, but understands how I'm feeling (I think).
Leigh has comforted me and assured me that he'll be fine.
I need to start putting my faith in Christ and know that he is in control.
