Not much going on in the house of Harris. Just trucking along waiting for the New Year. We are finally starting to get things decided and together about our travel plans back to Texas. I'm pleased with the ideas we've had in this regard....one potentially being that Leila flies down with Grandma so she doesn't have to make that awful drive yet again. When Helen suggested that, I immediately felt the weight lift from my shoulders. I've been stressing out about driving Leila back since we got here. She's at that age where she wants to get down and play and doesn't understand about being in the car. I hope it works out because that will make my life SO much easier.

We've heard through the grapevine that Kolt may actually a 6 month deployment, rather than the 7 it ends up being for most people. I can't give out dates of course, but at the moment it's looking like he's going to be coming home 2 weeks sooner than we thought, which in the world of deployment is HUGE. I'm trying not to get too excited because nothing is set in stone, but if Kolt felt confident enough to tell me, he must be fairly sure that's what's going on.

I'm kicking butt with my weight loss. Down 4 pounds already and pushing hard to drop like crazy. I WILL be at my goal when he gets home, I made a promise and I don't intend to break it. Plus, he's working out like crazy and coming home all buff, it seems only fair that I try just as hard.

Our 9th anniversary is next week. Sigh. I sent him a package that I'm quite proud of and I can't wait for him to get it. We decided to celebrate it once he gets home though, which is how it should be. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that when next Tuesday comes and goes though, I'll be sad that it was just another day.

We're past the half way point now and the end is in sight, I think we just might make it.