Proud Soul

As I've talked about the happenings of this weekend with John I feel proud. I could have fallen into the path we were in when we were dating and do stuff I would regret doing but I didn't. I didn't kiss him, I didn't sleep in the same bed with him, and I didn't let him talk about sex. I stood up for myself. Regardless of the last 2 posts I really did enjoy hanging out with him but it was bittersweet. The fear that comes with someone close to you going to Iraq took over and made me a bit of an emotional wreck. I got lost on the way home from Fayetteville (which I still don't know how it happened) and it ended up taking close to 3 hrs to get home instead of the 1 1/2 hours it took to get there! I also started crying when I got out of the Starbucks because I saw a soldier with his parents and his mom was teary-eyed and it just reminded me how many of our brothers, sons, daughters, sisters, mothers, fathers, lovers, and friends are fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan and dying each day. I mostly cried for me, I must admit, but I also cried for the lives that will never return to the USA. God bless our soldiers!