When R & R Ends
Today I took my soldier to the airport. He's been home from Iraq for nearly 2 weeks for his R&R. He's only 6 months into his tour, 8 months more till this one ends. While he was home he told me that his unit has agreed to deploy nearly immediatly after their return next Christmas. This tour is scheduled to be 14 months, his next is suppose to be about the same. That means that in 24 months we will have spent less then one month together. I'd be a dirty liar if I said this was easy. Those of you who know me, know this means I've been baking like crazy.. I haven't slept n 2 days being that I didn't want to waste any of his last moments here, and then I had to work all day today.. now I guess the only issue I have left is that my bed feels to empty. I just want to go to sleep and wake up to him being here again, but I'm not naive. I know that I have 8 long months aheaad of me. Then he'll be on the East coast ( I live on the West) for approximatly a month before deploying back to the sanddbox. I've never been a bitter or jealous person.. I am so proud of my soldier and everything he's doing. I have my very own hero who loves me more then anything. Not many people can say that. I'm very honored... but I don't want to be a liar.. some day I wake up and I hate this situation with everything I am. I want him here, I want to be selfish. It's hard to remember he's doing so much for so many people.
He's been gone 18hrs.. He should be somewhere in Kuait by now.. I'm still here, in my bed, where he's suppose to be.
Sometimes it's hard to remember to breath.
The moments that you can't breathe because the pain of the hurt is so bad. Breathe in, breathe out.. and trust that it will all end up okay. Count on it, enter in with blind faith, fingers crossed, believe in the goodness of people and the good of the world an that it will all be okay. It has to.