I've surprised myself by how well I've handled this separation. Honestly, I've been so busy and preoccupied by juggling my normal responsibilities, Brandon's normal responsibilities, 100% of the dog care, moving prep and packing, military red tape, planning our leave time, shopping for summer clothes (I don't really have any and am moving to the deep south), yard sale prep, supporting Brandon by writing letters and reassuring him that everything is great and under control here, and trying to sell our house that I just really haven't had time to even think about missing him! I know I have it easy compared to the exhaustion he is enduring right now, but my new "job" is pretty busy right now too!
It's catching up with me though-- the missing him part. Despite not having time to think about it or even really feel it, it's there. . . and it catches me off guard sometimes. Like Saturday night, when I went into his closet to put away some laundry and caught a whiff of his cologne. That sensory experience instantly threw open the gate to all of the emotions I hadn't had time to process, and my eyes had welled up with tears before I even knew what was happening.
Thankfully, his training schedule is letting up a bit. He's still busy, but we're able to talk a little more. Last night, I got to talk to him for nearly an hour, which was completely unexpected and wonderful. I also found out that as long as everything goes as planned, I will get to see him a couple days sooner than I expected!