After 9 long months, Q returned to us. In true Army fashion, the flight was delayed 3 times, but on Wednesday evening at 8:03PM, Carl and I saw his plane touch down. Then about 20 minutes later, we got to hold him in our arms. It was the greatest feeling in the whole world. We have the next few weeks together before he heads off to training, and we are loving every minute of it.
Things have been a little different around here lately. As some of you may know, Q left for a 9-month deployment a few weeks ago. Carl and I spent the month before he left at home in Tennessee spending time together as a family. Now we are back in LA, living with my parents (Carl’s grandparents) and working at the job I have had for the past year. We will stay here for the deployment, which is wonderful as I get to be surrounded by friends and family, and then move home once Q returns.
Some say that each deployment gets easier. I think each deployment is just different. New location, new means of communicating, a new role for Q. All which are exciting and empowering for him. As a spouse, I’m just so proud of him and what he is doing. I am SO lucky to have a husband who loves his job, is passionate about what he does and does whatever it takes to get it done.
During Q’s first deployment, I wrote this post. I reread it today and smiled. Much of it is still true and much of it has changed. I certainly stay informed, but I try to limit the amount I read/listen/watch, since it can create more anxiety than soothing. I have strong coping mechanisms that are sort of second nature at this point. I hate being without my partner, not doing the simple things we like to do together, but I know that in 8+ months we will be back to normal again. So I just continue to keep my head up, keep busy, and snuggle Carl each night knowing that this to shall pass. Thanks for all of your well wishes/prayers/positive thoughts. xoxo
Yesterday, after 4 months deployed to Afghanistan, Q came home. It turned out that he was going to arrive in Georgia the same day I was supposed to fly home from LA after graduation. Of course, this caused me SO much anxiety about changing flights, getting to Q on time and working out the logistics of getting us both home. But, in the end, it all went so smoothly and we both arrived within hours of each other and reunited at the airport.
There is no better feeling than being hugged and kissed by your husband after months apart. Complete joy. Although, I think Q’s complete joy moment was when we picked up Carl from boarding and they shared their own hugs and kisses.
We are SO happy to be together and Q can finally see his new house (he had never seen it with all of our things in it). Today we shared breakfast on the patio and Carl and I showed Q around our sweet neighborhood. I can’t believe it is over and we are together. There is no better feeling in the world.
Man, I miss this guy. I miss him so much that it makes my stomach hurt and my eyes tear up just thinking about him.
Deployments are just hard. The day after Q deployed this time, I called my mom crying and I said, “No other job in the world takes your husband away for 4 months like this. It is SO unfair.” But I just had to deal with it. And I did and I have. And it still stinks, but I am managing it all: this house, my Masters, my job, Carl… and the list continues.
Every night before bed I count the number of remaining nights that I am alone. It started out a big number and has dwindled to a very reasonable number. And it’s how I deal with it all. I think, OK THIS long until he is back.This many more weekends alone. This many dinners alone. This many fun events I go solo to.
This past weekend, there was a Ranger Ball. All the wives dressed up and the guys were in their dress uniforms and it was such a fun night. My sweet, sweet girlfriend told me there was no way she was going without me as her third wheel. And my heart melted. The thoughtfulness and generosity and kindness of our friends is so heartwarming. And I went and I had a blast, but of course the whole time I was thinking about how much Q would have enjoyed it.
There is no harder job than being a military wife. I truly believe this. We are a force to be reckoned with. Ask another woman if they would give up their jobs every three years to move to a town (and not a fancy big town, think San Antonio or Columbus, GA) where they know no one and where their husbands will work from 6AM to 7PM most days and then they will leave for anywhere from 4 months to a year and let you keep up the house and raise the kids on your own. And it doesn’t stop for the next 20 + years. It’s an unbelievable role. Today is Military Spouse Appreciation Day. And boy, I appreciate these women I call my friends, because there is no one like us in the world. Strong, brave, solid women. And I am SO proud to be one, even when it hurts sometimes.
And if you want a fabulous new blog to read: Stephanie is an inspiration and a mentor figure for me. A wonderful mother and fellow military spouse.