Just to clarify, AA stands for Alaskan Adventure--not, you know, A.A....ahem.
Anyway, so today I'm still missing the hubs, but I'm not an emotional wreck like I was yesterday.
Saying goodbye at the Shuttle I was a blubbering idiot. Then I got home and saw the empty space on the bathroom counter where his things sat, and I puckered up and bawled again.
I'm an emotional person by nature, but I surprised even myself by how many tears I shed yesterday. I'm sure the emotion was
exaccerbated made worse by the fact that I had had about 2 1/2 hours sleep the night before, but still...