for our last night together, mr.a and i went out for dinner and then walked around target. he picked out some goodies for the girls to open tomorrow when we take him to the airport. (bribery? distraction? yes and yes.)
i'd been feeling okay. prepared, even, for him to go back. i knew this day was coming and i've felt motivated to just kick this deployment's butt. only 4.5 more months.
but...then i burst into tears on the way home from dinner. and now i feel heavy. i have that lump in my throat and i just want to hide under the covers and wake up to find this was all a bad dream.
but it's not.
and tomorrow morning i will drive him to the airport and say good-bye.
what i wore tonight seems stupid and insignificant now.
but...we took the pictures, so here they are.
tank: tj maxx
flats: steve madden