…and you find yourself selfishly trying to squeeze in every moment of every day with him, so much that you forget about anything else. I think this is finally an occasion that calls for procrastination, putting off things for another day, or to abandon all hope of doing anything else. I am thoroughly enjoying the time with him and our children. It’s even better when I can say, “Just wait until we tell your dad what you did” and to know that I can tell him immediately. In case you think I’m joking, this has happened three times already. 🙂
So Tuesday came along, the big day. I spent all morning getting myself and the girls ready for my “friend.” Anya asked why I was so worried about looking nice for a friend of mine, and there was a little suspicion as to why my “friend” was coming so suddenly, but I was able to dash them away. We went to the airport and waited…and waited…and waited. The girls were so patient, reading books and playing with a Swedish boy they befriended (that’s what I love about kids. They understand each other in some universal, non-speaking way). Finally, I spotted a familiar face and took the girls over to greet him. I told them, “Oh, so my friend isn’t coming to visit. But look who is here?” and pointed to Andy. They stared for a few seconds in shock, then Addie shouted, “Daddy!” and they ran into his arms. It was perfect. Here is the only picture I was able to take, but it is a good one:
Right now, we are still in adjustment phase – for those of you who have experienced a long separation, you can understand. Andy is trying to fit back into the parent role, to become acclimated to life away from a combat zone, and to get back into normal sleeping/waking hours. He wasn’t just away on business or on a trip. He came home from a war, and that comes with its own challenges. He is anxious and exhausted, but at least he is vocal about how he is feeling and with what he needs. I am trying to remember despite this, I have my partner back, someone to tackle all the daily struggles and triumphs with; I am also trying to be understanding of how much of an adjustment this is for all five of us. Regardless, we are all so happy to be back together. A friend of mine told me today that I sound so much happier, and I really am. I love waking up next to him. I love having him cook dinner for a change or joking about how I don’t have to cut the grass anymore, even though I probably still will. Even though I protest, I love how he teases me and the way he makes the girls giggle with his wonderful immaturity. Even when he is at work, I love knowing that he is coming home to us at night and will be home with us for a little while at least. I love this man and love it even more when I know he is safe and sound with his family.
He already told me to keep writing this even though he is home, so I will continue to write as much as I can. I think he likes peeking into my thoughts, even though I feel like I tell him everything. But for now, I am off to bed, hoping to snuggle up tonight with my husband. I will never grow tired of that. 🙂