100 Days

I may or may not have an app on my phone that tells me how long TJ's been gone. It's actually a pie chart that fills in a  red circle with green when a day has been completed. 

It's on the far right screen...the one where I hide Passbook, Newsstand, and other useless apps that Apple forces you to have. I have it there so I don't check it too often and bum myself out.  But once in a while when I download something new, I see it staring me in the face. I opened it yesterday and it said 99 days done {not counting the two months of training}.

Which means today...today has been 100 days with TJ away. 

100 days since this sweet photo of my husband holding my babes at our Tide Pool Beach. 

My sister asked me yesterday if I felt like the 100 days have gone by slow/fast. And all I could answer was "eh, slow and fast I guess." We're ever so slightly more than half way done, so it feels nice being on the other side of the pie chart, but I know we have more months to cover. Months. Plural. When I think of how the weather has changed, and it's finally cooler around here, and how I ripped out my tomato plants yesterday, I think ya I can't believe it's already the end of October. But then when I think back to when my Dad helped me plant those tomatoes when TJ was in training, I think whoa, that was forever ago. 

And then there's a huge HUGE part of me that doesn't think about the time. I don't want think about the journey we've been through this far, and frankly I don't want think about the light at the end of the tunnel, it's still too far away. I just want to get through today so I can see tomorrow. 

But I don't mind thinking about running into my husband's arms at the end of all of this. That I could think about all day long. 

But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weakness, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:9

*love you TJ