One of those weeks

When I married Joe I knew what I was getting into.  I knew that because of his job there would be deployments.  I have a few under my belt now but it never gets any easier.  Up until now he has been lucky enough to not have to go on a LONG deployment.  6-8 week deployments I am used to.  Been there, done that.  Ava and Emma were young enough to not really understand why he was gone.  Now they are old enough and on top of that this will be his longest deployment he has been on.  If I think about it too much my brain starts racing and that is never good.  As the days keep coming and going I am getting more and more sad.  It's hard to believe that this deployment is THAT close.  I want the days to stop moving.  I want to keep my family all under one roof.  I am thankful for what he does and I am honored to be his military wife but again, it still doesn't make this any easier. 


I am dreading the night when he grabs his bags and starts packing.
I am dreading seeing the piles and piles of clothes laying on the bed waiting to be packed away.
I am dreading watching him pack the car.
I am dreading the drive there and back from dropping him off.
I am dreading that one last lingering hug and kiss.
Him kissing A & E goodbye.
Once the girls truly understand and realize how long it will be until they see him again. 
Laying in bed at night and missing just reaching over and being able to touch him.
Not seeing him at Thanksgiving.
Not seeing him at Christmas. 
Just not having him home in general.


 I'm having one of those weeks..... and that's ok.  I cant be strong 100% of the time.  Please just do me a favor.  Hug your husband tonight.  Hug your wife tonight.  Be thankful for them.  Be thankful that they don't have to be away for 2-6-8-12 months at a time (or more) Kiss them.  Love them.  Enjoy them.  Enjoy your family ~