Germany....or Kansas.

Jerry received his duty post assignment and it looks like we'll be moving to Germany in a few months! Or Kansas. There's a little bit of confusion on this, but we're about 90% sure that it's going to be Germany. And I really couldn't be happier. It's been a dream of mine to return to Germany after a brief trip there in high school. I love the language and look forward to learning it better. We're both excited to have such a great opportunity opening up in front of us. Though, of course, we're bummed that our post assignment isn't bringing us closer to Elyssa (for now). Hopefully it'll be an opportunity for Elyssa to come and see another country or at least for us to plan a kickass vacation together :)

Right now, it looks like Jerry's report day will be mid-May, so just a few more months. And we know that he'll be graduating on March 14 from his MOS training. I'm looking forward to going to the ceremony. Right now, I'm looking forward to seeing him for an extended weekend in just a few days.

This separation has been hard on me, even though I've been lucky enough to see my Jerry Giant every few weeks. Knowing where we're going to be and having an idea of when we'll be living together again has done a lot to lift my spirits. It's nice to feel excited about something!

Scared of things to come...

Jerry and I had a very very nice weekend together. Despite the difficult goodbye (as always), I started this week off feeling pretty good, buoyed by the weekend with my husband. As you can see, Scooter was also very excited to see Daddy Giant, one of his favorite playmates!

Word has come down to Jerry that his duty station assignment will be issued any day now, most likely tomorrow. So by tomorrow we may know where we will be moving in the next few months, if not exactly when the move will take place. Jerry also told me that it is likely that he will be sent to Iraq at some point during the next four years. I was not at all ready to hear that and feel it weighing me down. Because of his job, it is unlikely that he'll see combat. But just knowing that he'd be in a combat area and be so very far away from me worries me. I suppose it's a little premature to be worried . But it's hard to just push to the back of my head. Apparently, there's a good chance he would know even years ahead of time when he'd be scheduled to go. I don't know if that's much consolation or if it will feel like a shadow looming over us. Even though I knew what I was signing up for (to a degree), I'm a little overwhelmed by the reality of the possibility.