Letting go.

I feel like I was forced to let go of the last little thing I have been holding on to from Alaska. My drivers license. I did not want to surrender it, but I did not want to drive around with an expired license and hope that some police officer who pulls me over trusts that it is not expired because I am a spouse of a military member.

It makes me sad.

When I feel sad, I find ways to cheer myself up.

I climbed in to the attic and 45 minutes later, managed to finagle our tree out of the tiny attic door. The girls were scared. I was scared. That box with the fake tree in it is very difficult to get out of the attic. It is heavy too. At one point, I almost lost my grip on it and it nearly went through the hole in the ceiling directly in front of the attic door opening. You know where I am talking about?

Anyway, I managed to get it down without dying, although it was close! When it is time to pack that thing up, I am going to have to get your dad or Brett to help me put it away. I am sure one of them will.

I plan to buy a real tree when we return from my mom's house for thanksgiving. I had a few items I needed to bring with me to my mom's though, plus I knew putting the tree up would make us all very happy.

Autumn had a great day at school today, but this evening has been rough for her. I do not know if she is getting sick, going through a growth spurt or maybe both, but the girl was not herself this evening. Since eating dinner, I have turned off all the lights, put in "Frosty the Snowman" and both girls are very calm now.

Speaking off all this Christmas stuff. I have decided that Autumn and Millie are going to participate in Operation Christmas Child. Autumn has chosen to fill a shoe box for a boy and Millie will fill one for a girl. We will track our boxes and if we are lucky, we will receive a letter from the recipient. I do plan to have Autumn and Millie draw a picture and I will include a picture of them in the box. Autumn is extremely excited about this. We plan to do our shopping for this on Friday, but Autumn was grabbing things from her own toy collection to give to some needy little boy or girl. We are also going to be donating 3 toys a piece to an orphanage near my mom (this orphanage accepts used items). For OCC (Operation Christmas Child) you cannot send used items.

I hope that we are instilling good values in the girls and that they are learning that Christmas is not about receiving, but about giving. I worry because Autumn has asked for so many things. Maybe that is just partly her age. I don't know, but I am hoping that she is learning good things. I would like to set up some sort of jar or box or something for collecting for Operation Christmas Child next year. So that we can give more. I just found out about this program on Sunday and our items are due this coming Sunday. Can you imagine what the girls could give if they had had the opportunity to put things in a box or money in a jar all year long? We could pick up things on clearance and what not.

Miss Millie had an excellent day at school today too. Miss Sandi asked me if we got a new car. I told her no, that I drive the Jeep once a week to make sure that it is still working. She said, "Oh. Millie told me you got a new car." I started laughing. Millie and I had a conversation before school where I said, "Millie? Is this mommy's Jeep?" She says,

"No. This is my daddy's Jeep. Not yours mommy."

I guess while she was in school, she decided the Jeep was mine after all! I love that girl!

So about this morning. It took me 3.5 hours in DMV to get my license. In the end, they gave me a piece of paper and told me to watch the mail for my license over the next few weeks. Seriously, you have to get me out of this place. I'm not going to make it. No Costco. No mountains. No snow. No winter. NOTHING.

Tomorrow is my coffee date with some of the mom's from the girls school.

I love you and I miss you.

Your current wife and favorite airman. xoxo

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The count: 118 and 11 days of Christmas without you.

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