Ten days ago my best friend, husband left for Afghanistan for a year. Prior to deployment, I kept pushing out of my mind that the day was really coming. The week before it really started to sink in that he was leaving.
We took a late nap Sunday night and woke up around 9pm to get things ready and loaded to be out the door by 11pm. As he had to be there by 12am.
Which, those that know me well, know that hour is WAY past my bedtime. Suprisingly, I wasn't feeling tired.
I wasn't feeling sad or overwhelmed. I was just there trying to enjoy the last few hours I had with my husband. My best friend. The father of my children. He was suppose to leave at 2am, but the bus was late. That's how it goes with the army. Hurry up and wait.
I wasn't feeling sad or overwhelmed. I was just there trying to enjoy the last few hours I had with my husband. My best friend. The father of my children. He was suppose to leave at 2am, but the bus was late. That's how it goes with the army. Hurry up and wait.
I didn't care as that is one extra hour I got to look into his eyes, give him a hug, just to feel him and know he was there.
They announced around 3am that the bus was there and it was time to go. He got his bags and loaded them on. One last hug and a kiss goodbye. Still at this point there were no tears, but my heart started to ache. As the reality of him leaving was right in front of me.
He sat in the back of the bus, so I walked over so I could still see him. Still no tears, but my heart was aching for the thought that my best friend, my love was on that bus. As the bus pulled away, he blow me a kiss...and then the tears came. This was it....
Over the last 10 days, I have been trying to keep as busy as possible. Not only for me, but the boys as well. We have been going to story time, camp, and the splash pad/playground. I'm making sure that everyday has something to do, even if it's something small.
I'm trying to make each day special or as special as we can make it with out Michael here. Last night, I let the boys have cake for dinner. Yes, I said cake for dinner. They LOVED it.
However, Ethan woke up this morning and wanted ice cream for breakfast. ;)
Over, all I'm doing well. At this point in our last deployment I was in pieces. I was broke. I'm still together now in one piece and moving forward with a smile on my face. I love my husband, more then the day I married him. He is my everything.
You're an incredibly strong woman! You're not in this journey alone and you already know you can do this! You've got your boys to keep you busy and God bless you for doing it alone. Stay Strong! You can do it!!
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