Day 103

What a day....

I woke up at 3am to a dog puking on my head... Literally, on my head. Poor Sadie. She's laying there shaking after I clean it up, so we go downstairs to potty and she doesn't make it out the door before her hiney explodes.

After I get that cleaned up as best I can without the steam vac, we go back to bed. Not 30 minutes later, she wakes up sick again. At least we made it outside this time before the rear explosion. This went on all night long.

I finally fell back asleep at about 10am, and woke up to Flint having an accident. Poor babies. You know how they are... When one wiener is sick, the other follows right behind.

So when I got to talk to you this morning, I was having a poopy day (pun intended), but you managed to turn that right around with news of orders!! We're heading home, baby!! Fort Knox!!

I couldn't be happier! We can finally plan!!! Now we can just focus on getting you home and moving on to the next phase in our lives. The past year of limbo has been so difficult, and now it finally feels like we have a direction and a goal. I'm not sure anyone can quite understand the challenges we've had and the victories that have led us to this point... It certainly hasn't been easy, and now we can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I feel like its a very positive move for us, and it couldn't come at a better time.

Despite all of the stresses and bumps, I love you with my whole heart. I can't imagine a second of my life without you in it, even from halfway around the world you are very present, and I'm so thankful for you. Everything we have been through, we have handled together, and I know that nothing will ever change that. You're my rock and I adore you.

I'm headed to bed with the iPad to begin planning. I love you, and I'll talk to you in the morning. Be safe. Be smart. Goodnight, soldier.