It’s almost over. It’s close to the end. We’ve almost made it. 10 long months down.
A lot of military wives and girlfriends say the last couple months are the hardest. There’s the excitement about their return mixed with nerves. I’m anxious. I’m impatient. I lost my “it’s ok, he’ll be home soon” mindset and it’s turned into “get home now” instead.
I’m sick of delayed phone calls. Of sleeping alone. Of petty fights over nothing. Of not being together. Of not holding someone’s hand. Of going to events and weddings and parties alone. Of not having someone to share a bottle of wine with. I’m tired of being apart.
I’m excited to see Q. To spend a Saturday night curled up on the sofa watching a movie together. To cook dinner. To sleep in late and eat breakfast in bed. To find the joy in going to Bed, Bath and Beyond on a Sunday. To eat ice cream even when it’s -10 degrees out. To play in the snow. To run together. To laugh at all of our favorite shows. I just want him back.
I’m counting down the days.
For more about me dealing with Q’s deployment, you can visit The Deployment page here.