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.