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Today started out so well.  It was my first paralegal luncheon of the 2012/2013 year down in Denver.

I always love going to the luncheons.  First of all, even though I am not certain I want to do the paralegal thing for the rest of my life, I certainly find the law fascinating and I love learning about it.  Second, I get to spend some time in my favorite part of Colorado--the city.

Not only was the speaker at the luncheon phenomenal and the subject matter good, but I had an extra special reason to trek down to D-town.

I was meeting some of my favorite girls for lunch afterwards--Ashley, Allison and, of course, the BFF, Matty.  

Matty and I met back our sophomore year in high school, so basically we've known each other for half of our lives.  I met Ashley and Allison while I was waitressing 10-ish years ago.  I got Matty a job at the restaurant and we've all been great friends ever since.

Because they all live down in Denver, there isn't much chance to hang out and catch up.  It's one of those situations, though, that when we get together, it's not at all awkward.  It's like we had just seen each other.

I was so excited to spend some much needed Downtown Girl Time that I didn't want it to end.  But I had a mountain of crap to get done at work, so we had to keep it pretty brief.  

It was on my way home, however, that things took a turn south pretty quick.  Patrick is in the Air Force National Guard.  There was talk for a long while that at the end of October that he would be deployed to the Middle East for 60 days, but it was kind of up in the air.  Basically, it was a 50/50 shot whether he would go or not and we didn't know when he would find out for sure.

Patrick wants to go.  He's been in the military for 11 years and wants to serve his country.  I, on the other hand, do not want him to go.  We just got married.  I don't want him to leave during Kaden's birthday or Christmas or Thanksgiving.  I don't want him to go across the globe and not see him for months and worry about him all the time.

But, he got approved from his General.  He's going.  And now I have about three weeks or so to savor my husband before he gets sent off.  Fuck.

  Pencil Skirt-unknown and gifted; Sweater-Kohl's; Polka Dot Scarf-vintage; Boots-Charlotte Russe; Watch-gifted; Earrings-gifted