So today marks one week down. I woke up, got ready ran some errands had an awesome quad&calf day at the gym and even treated myself to some Chipotle ((bowl with chicken, rice, black beans, and lots of lettuce only)). When I got home I noticed a fairly large box on the porch I ran up to it and seen it was addressed to me in Bran's handwriting. I grabbed it up and brought it in and was anxious to open it and then for some reason as I was opening it and seen his clothes it made me cry... I wasn't feeling sad or upset I just had this overwhelming feeling that I needed to cry. I think it was the buildup of the stress of school, Brandon being away, the UNKNOWN of what is going on with him and what he is doing. I am a control freak just a slight bit and that has been the hardest thing about him leaving is not being in control of our life .. every aspect of it hahah. At least I can admit these things :) I wish my stink'n informative package would come from the Navy already.. I have written him 3 letters and have no way of sending them since that packet has his address and such. Grr. Well hopefully it will be here SOON!! That will be an exciting day!!