Never trust a Submariner's schedule....

It took me more than a few days to post my first blog post after Trent left. And the night I finally worked up enough courage, I went to bed a little sad - wishing he was there to cuddle with and run some certain surprising situations by and well, just relax. Much to my surprise - things were about to change. For OPSEC reasonings, I can only say I received "word" stating that the boat would be returning within a certain time period and to wait for my husband to call/contact me. At first I was a little nervous, maybe even a little scared. Questions just racing through my head, "What in the world is going on?", and "MY husband better not be hurt!" - - WHY?! Why did they have to come back here? Do I want to let him come home - if liberty is given? (OKAY - you crazy civilian women - I'm sure ya'll are saying, 'Abigail's gone crazy - why wouldn't she want her husband home even if for a few more days?!' Well, my fellow Navy-wifer's GET ME.)  I absolutely worked so hard to get where I was, after he left. And to be down right honest, I was doing GOOD. I had NO interest in telling him goodbye all over again. Saying goodbye was extremely hard the first time, the second already seems to be unbearable. 

HOWEVER. Long story short - something needed to be fixed on the boat, that required them to be here.... and my husband was able to sleep in my bed last night. I cannot say how long he will be here or how things will change in the next coming days, but rest assured I will be eating up all of this extra precious time with a man that is truly loved so dearly.

Oh and here's to hoping that this goodbye goes a little smoother than the first....  

Mrs. Parrish

(Snuggle time on the couch!)