Half Full or Half Empty?

Today is the half-way point. Jordan left 15 weeks ago. I have 15 weeks to go. 15 weeks. That's 106 days. That's a little over three months.

How do I want to look at this? Has he been gone for three months? Or do I want to say he'll come home in three months? I get a little chill every time I think of how long he's been gone. I can tell you right now that it does not feel like three months. 6 I can believe, even 12, but not three. My life has changed so drastically, it hardly seems possible that just a little over three months ago, he was in my arms. On the other hand, it can only go up from here, right? I mean, now that I'm past halfway, I feel like I'm actually getting somewhere.

He has not called in a while. It makes me sad. I know I should be used to it. I try to convince myself that he's perfectly fine, but the wife inside me worries anyway. I don't think any amount of convincing is going to get me to stop worrying. Not until he's home.