I talked to my husband at midnight last night…still in Kuwait…Argh! They should have been in the air about 6 hours prior to that but had a technical issue with the plane and couldn’t leave…isn’t that just what I want to hear right before he goes thousands of miles above the ocean :)

Anyway, he’s on his way home. I’m expecting it will be a Sunday or Monday ceremony now as it was planned as a Saturday or Sunday before they were delayed. The longest part of this whole thing will be the TB test they have to take when they get back. My hubby asked if I’d still love him if he had TB…what a silly question. I can’t wait til he’s home so I can lovingly smack him for silly questions again.

Don’t think that I’m abusive…it’s only a playful smack that defines our relationship. He thinks it’s cute and said he wanted me to accept his proposal with a slight smack on the cheek as if to say “silly, of course I’ll marry you.” Oh what a strange couple we make.