Someday My Prince Will Come.....Back

After months of shooting a bazillion pics documenting every second of Miss Priss' movements, like some papparazzo, and mailing disc after disc to my sweet hubby, I finally snapped.

"How come you never send any pics to us???"

"Oh, well, yeah, I guess you're right.  I'll get some to you."

I had been wanting a really nice camera for a while, the kind with the lenses and all that.  A major upgrade of the point and shoot that I've got now.  Hubby was more then happy to oblige.  But he had the camera sent to him.  On the ship.  And yet we still hadn't gotten any photos from him!

Until now!  Here's one of the five that he emailed.  Isn't he cute?  He's sitting in his bed.  Kind of coffin-like, isn't it?  If you think that's handsome, you should see him with hair!  Oh, wait, I'll show you....

Mmmmm, dreamy, isn't he?

I have to admit, during the first several months of any deployment I don't pay much attention to the calendar.  His return seems like light-years away, so there's not much point.  Then his due date begins to crop up on the horizon.  Close enough to touch it!  Currently we're looking at just a couple of months left.  Which means the calendar is now a constant in the back of my head.  Give me another few weeks, and it'll be all I think about!  Once we're down to a week, it's like a screaming.  I never miss him as much as the last two weeks of deployment!