The journal entry that kicked off my longest year:
13 Oct 05. Tonight I cried. My husband is leaving for what I consider a pretty dangerous mission in Iraq. He leaves tomorrow. And I’m sick with worry. As I made his favorite meal, he recorded his reading sessions and favorite songs with our baby girl, E., who just turned one last week. I cried silently in the kitchen. After he rocked her to bed, we spent another half hour making video tapes of him reading more stories to her. Now he’s in the garage finishing his packing and I’m trying to sport a brave face…because I know he worries about me as much as I do about him.