Sunday, December 30, 2012

Coming HOME


     I’m giddy with excitement, as my husband wrote to me in a letter on our wedding day, to announce that my husband is on his way HOME!!! I’m so overwhelmed with emotion and feel so very close to being able to breath again! That’s the best way I can describe it. I feel like the last 11 ½ months, inhaling and exhaling have been at half capacity. And when you’ve held your breath for so long, the thought of even being able to experience a full breath again almost seems unreal.
    
     Wow, the word unreal. It just came out and seems so ironic, as I feel like last January I probably held onto that word. That idea. Middle of the year I believe I expressed the  “reality” of things, of life. It has obviously come full circle. Amazing!

     The last several days feel to me like the week before Charlie left. My emotions are experiencing so many unknowns. Excitement, worry, anxiousness. I’ve been training myself to try and be open-minded and just loving and patient. Charlie doesn’t seem so worried, so hopefully his confidence in how are life back together might be, can hopefully carry us both along. So much focus is put on how difficult reintegration can be, but he doesn’t seem to think it’s that big of a deal, or at least not as big a deal as many seem to make it. I bet his laid-back frame of mind will be helpful.

     To now tell the girls that Daddy will be home in just a few days is just… nice. Beyond nice and good and happy. It’s been exhausting to tell them,  “half way done”… “only 3 more months”…. “four more weeks.” Ha! We are down to days! Yesssssss!

     Although an emotional time, as the entire year has been, soon we will all be cuddling, playing, driving together, meals together, parenting fully together, staring at each other’s face in amazement. Love it!

     Like giving birth to a perfect, healthy baby and feeling beyond blessed for that because some families do not get a healthy baby, Charlie coming home after a hard, dangerous year, I feel so blessed, as some do not have their soldier returning. Thinking this always humbles me more than anything. The sacrifice some have endured is unimaginable. I am so thankful for my husband’s breath.