"It was an impulse!"

So, this morning I thought you were going to call me when you had to get up for PT.  Of course, today you're starting the clearing process, so PT wasn't really going to be PT for you.  I can picture you, getting up and around, pulling on ACU's and lacing up those boots (I think we're gonna need to get you some new ones now, eh?) that I've taken off of you at least once every time I see you.

You were running late (no surprise ;)) and so I got to sleep in a bit, which was nice. I woke up bummed.  So I called you, and got sent to voicemail.  No biggie, usually this means you're working hard, or that signal is bad, so I just went back to my Netflix and normal morning routine.  When you called back, you told me about how you just had an appointment... and that on impulse, you enlisted in the Reserves!  Holy surprise, crazy! :P  Now I really see what you mean when you ALWAYS say, "I do what I want."

I was struck first by this mini-panic.  I don't know what all this entails besides what I see in commercials, one weekend a month, two weeks a year.  You say you'll be doing ROTC at CMU while you're attending classes too.  You're going to be a busy man.  Busy, but amazing.  Babe, I was struck second by my awe for you.  You're so strong and brave and amazing.  You're a soldier through and through; I honestly don't see you going back to a true civilian lifestyle again.  You're always thinking ahead, thinking the best things and I love you so much for that.

So what did my "typical morning" turn into?  Realizing that my solider is coming HOME to ME for GOOD in 13 days.  I have so much to do to prepare.  I printed/ordered photos to come so this place looks less like my place and more like our place.  I started deep cleaning the kitchen. 

I can't wait to have you home. :)

And thank you for telling me that you're undeployable for the first two years.

<3