You Know Your Soliders Deployed When.....

You stay on the computer all night waiting for them to get on.

You haven't shaved your legs in weeks – (Sometimes you just get busy being mommy/wife/dance teacher/student/daughter and forget)

You start paying close attention in class when the words "military" or "Iraq" are mentioned.

You see someone wearing an army, navy, or USMC shirt and you get this overwhelming urge to talk to them. (Especially when Clarke gets confused and calls them DADDY)

You can't decide what to wear when you meet him when he comes home. (No I Havent't decided but my goal is a mini skirt :-) )

Your first Christmas together is.... apart. And so are many birthdays, anniversaries, more Christmases…and even births of babies.

You find yourself checking your e-mail every fifteen minutes. (ha more like every 5!!!)

You know all the time differences between Iraq, Ireland, Kuwait, Italy, Germany, Korea, and every state in the U.S.

The highlight of your day is getting a letter that was mailed a month ago.

And another highlight of your day is writing him a letter that you know he will be able to read in a month.

You realize that HOMECOMING is so much more than a football game.

You want to hit any happy couple you see together.

You get excited about "unknown" phone numbers calling you, because it could be Hubby calling from a calling card.

You've exhausted every idea a brain could have of what to put in a care package for Hubby.

You get excited when it’s only 9 months until you see your soldier instead of 15!

You can't understand girls that talk about missing their boyfriends or husbands who are gone a few hours or a few days.

You wouldn't dream of walking out of the house without the cell phone and every number you have is forwarded to that cell.

You find yourself randomly crying from just looking at a picture of the two of you together.

You find yourself randomly crying and you sometimes have no idea why.

You are reading this and smiling and nodding because you know it's so true!

You sleep with his t-shirt so often it's starting to smell less like him and more like your perfume.

You hate it so much when you miss a call from him, that you want to SCREAM!


*I borrowed this from my friend Jenn :-)*