Relief

Wow, yesterday was a bit stressful.

Around 6:40pm, I heard my voicemail tone from my phone. My phone was in my pocket, and hadn't rang, so I wondered what was up. I checked my voicemail, and Ben had called...TWICE. My phone had failed me. He sounded so sad on the phone, and I just started bawling. I couldn't believe that I had missed his call...I keep my phone on me at all times! I called my mom to tell her what had happened, and to cry to her, and he called again! Oh my, what a relief! I was crying when I answered the phone, and he was so relieved!
Here's the update:
Ben is doing good. He got back from Warrior Week yesterday...and he HATED it! I'm sure it was rough. He has to go back tomorrow and on Monday he retakes the gas mask test...which means he goes back in the gas chamber. The thought of that makes me sick to my stomach. He'll do fine, but just knowing that he's in that situation makes me want to throw up.

He got his pictures taken in his blues. (I GET AN 8x10 AND A WALLET!) I'm super excited to see them. He also ordered a training video that's about three hours long that shows footage from basic training. He says that there's a video of the graduation that you can order too! Amazing.

He needs thoughts and prayers. He is trying to complete his physical training for his evaluation and needs to do 45 push ups in a minute and 50 situps in a minute. He's working really hard on it, and if he doesn't make it, he gets put into this group...if he still can't make it, he gets recycled back a week...which means my plane ticket/hotel reservation is basically gone. Please pray for him and pray that we'll both have some peace of mind about all of this. I know he can do it. He's done so much already! Today, he ran a 5K!!! Can you believe that? He says he's losing weight.

He has another evaluation coming up, so tonight he had to shine his shoes and clip the strings off his blues. Everything has to be perfect.

I can't even explain the relief I felt after talking to him. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest and I could breathe again.

Only 11 more days until I get to see him....11 more days...