My husband has officially reported to the U.S. Naval Test Pilot School.
I am so proud.
And yet, I sense impending doom.
But I know we’ll get through it. And if we can’t, the spouse club will surely help.
Here’s to a year with double the cooking and cleaning.
Here’s to a lifetime with no regrets.
UPDATE: When I wrote “impending doom,” I was trying to describe the feeling that you get before your husband/significant other is going to leave you for a long time. Maybe “impending doom” was a little too heavy. Just wanted to clarify before all of you start sending me self-help books. :)