I love weekends.
I love weekends because my husband actually has time to have a real conversation with me! Not a long one, not anything like we are used to, but a conversation that goes beyond "Are you okay?" "Yeah, you?" "Yeah." "I love you." "I love you too."
Brandon is doing really well. Earlier in the week, I heard exhaustion and stress in his voice. . . now I'm hearing confidence and determination. It is sooooo great to talk to him. It is strange to hear him though. I can tell that he is transforming from civilian to military. It's hard to put my finger on what the difference is, but I can definitely hear it.
I booked my hotel for graduation today. The hotel does NOT take dogs, so now I am scrambling to find accommodations for them. Have I mentioned I hate boarding them? Seriously. They are my babies, and I hate just dropping them off with strangers-- even licensed ones! I wanted to have them at the hotel with me and just do doggy day care during the day, but the only option for that had really bad reviews online. Sighs.
I was a little bummed to find out that spouses aren't invited to the dining out this class. Apparently they have like 300 trainees and there just isn't room at the restaurant they've rented. I bought my dress for the dining out almost two years ago, when Brandon first started the application process and I was delusional enough to think it would go quickly. It's been hanging in my closet with the tags on ever since! I guess it will have to hang there a little longer.