Woke up this morning and shoveled the snow. Heavy snow! I could smell all the families cooking their meals. I honestly didn't think I was going to be upset. I kind of am. In a little while I am going to a friend's house for Thanksgiving. It isn't like I am alone. I thought sometime this week someone in my husband's shop would have called just to check up on me or ask if I was good for Thanksgiving. Not a one. You always watch those military shows where the women get reach out to those in need (not that I am). It isn't like I would have accepted it, but sometimes it is just the thought that counts.

I talked to my family back home. They are all doing well. Hearing the sounds of a happy, love-filled home makes me sad. I want to be with them. My house is happy and love-filled, but I would love to be with all my family. I have a sister I have not seen since she was 8 months or so and a brother I have never seen. I will be very glad when my husband is back home.