I swore Eddie was going to call today. In one of his last letters he said that he thought Sunday would be the day that they were allowed to call home. I was a nervous wreck from about 7pm on.

I know if he would have called I would be a wreck right now. I can't help but cry my eyes out when I hear his sweet voice on the phone and think about how far away he is. And how far away it is until we can be a family again.

I feel like a wimp sometimes because he's just in basic training. I know that this has an end. Unlike those women and men who's loved ones are over in the Middle East with no guarantee of a safe return or date of homecoming, I know when I'll get to be with him again. I know that he is pretty safe. I know he won't be shot at. My heart breaks for those people. The ones who can't tell their sons and daughters where Mommy or Daddy is or when they'll be home.

Good lord, I better go to bed or I'll be slitting my wrists with the mood I'm getting myself into.