Anticipation.

That moment it becomes opening day for your husband and yourself. I am on cloud 9, through the roof, high-levels of anticipation right now. Waiting for that phone call saying, "I got my deer. I got my deer" cannot come soon enough! It reminds me of when my husband was in Afghanistan and I would only get a phone call every 3 months. You didn't know when that phone call was going to come, you didn't know what he would say.

My adrenaline is jumping from wall-to-wall helping me clean the house for my parents who are arriving tomorrow afternoon. Then, it's this Momma's turn at the muzzleloader. Monday night is my chance. My first time to ever lay eyes on a buck through open sights. I wonder if my husband still gets buck fever? I know I will.