When Chris and I were first dating we went to Busch Gardens in VA where he wanted to ride the roller coasters and because I am a chicken but also needed to show that I could be fun I agreed to ride Apollo's Chariot. The roller coaster where a bird flew into Fabio's nose...yeah. So we stand in line and we're all snuggly and cute and I'm just so happy to be with him but the whole time my butt is in full clench mode as we get closer and closer to boarding the ride. Once we are on the ride I put a smile on my face and got ready for some fun...until the thing started moving. Once we started our ascent all I could say was "We're going to die. I want off. Do you think they'll stop it and let me off? No, really...I want off. Please make them stop it. I think we're going to die."
Right now I feel like I'm on one of those roller coasters. After my nice long post of stresses the other day I found out that we're facing a deployment. Blech. I don't want to spend any more time away from my honey. I miss him so much. I miss just living with him, being with him, snuggling him, just hanging out with him. Madelyn and I will go to CA and spend as much time with him as we can, so we will have something, but I still don't like it.
Ha...that means I now get to fly across the country with a 15 month old and live in a hotel or vacation rental for a while. Woohoo.
Back to that roller coaster in VA. All the way to the top I was terrified to the point that Chris had actually started worrying and he had riden the dang thing 10+ times. As soon as we started the drop down I realized that I was going to live, that it wasn't so bad, and that it might even be fun.
I hope that I feel similarly as I continue to ride this roller coaster of life.