I started this blog to keep our family and friends alert in regards to our Army adventures. Many times I stray on the subject while drooling over home decor etc, but still, I always want to be honest and share my true feelings in hopes that I may help another that just might be going through the same ole thing.
Writing helps me breathe as strange as that reads. Here’s to breathing:
My Solider has months of training planned. Fortunately during this time, we may fly back and forth on the weekends to see one another as our budget allows. Different from the rest, this training allows us to talk as we do during our 9-5 jobs. He won’t be bound to a dorm and no phone rules either.
By securing the branch he wants, we were also served with deployment orders. That dang saying, “Careful what you ask for” screamed loud in my head when I heard the news.
I was stunned at first. How could this happen so fast? He just became an officer. We haven’t even met anyone in his unit yet.
I teeter from sad to hopeful from day to day now. Hoping for the best and expecting the worse. Is that terrible? That’s simply just where I’m at now. Our first deployment. I have heard people discuss this experience, but never thought I would be one of THOSE people. It hurts. It hurts so much to think about hubby being gone for sooo long.
Staying busy, relishing the time we have together now and laughing as much as possible with friends/family is what we’re focusing on right now. We’re also making trips to the gun range so I feel comfortable with our gun and making our house as secure as Fort Knox. Ha! I try not to dwell on crazy thoughts but questions like, “Who will get my Christmas tree out of the attic for me?” or “I wonder what my giant spoon will be doing when I lay in bed unable to go to sleep at night when he’s away?” And then I snap back into reality and remind myself that men and women deploy every day and not for the first time. I remind myself to be proud. What an honor it is to have a brave and admirable husband as do I.
I look to faith next. I grew up in church. My closest pals growing up were the kids I’d see in my youth group. I was in church every chance I got. I know the Bible well enough. I know what faith is. So why the h-e-double hockey stick is THIS so hard on me? I have faith. I do, but... Dear God, Please keep my Soldier safe. Please keep my Soldier safe. Please keep my Soldier safe. Sink in faith, please sink in. Amen.
That’s about all the Army talk I can muster for now.
In other news and a much more fun subject, we're going to my little sis' (in my sorority) wedding tonight and football game tomorrow night. Should be a funfilled weekend!!!
