I guess I should say So Long, not Goodbye. That’s what my husband says. But either way, there is time and space between us…as vast as the universe and deep as the ocean. And there are stages. There are waves of emotions, moments where you are overcome and can’t breathe. There are moments of still and calm, where you feel motionless- paralyzed. And then there are moments of peace and faith. That God will carry us through, each one of us and will make us stronger as he always does.
It has been over 3 weeks since my husband deployed. We are in for a long one, though not as long as some. We have become used to seperation, it is the life we have chosen. But explaining that to your kids, well it makes you question everything.
I am so amazingly proud of us. I am proud of the man that cares for us in such a way that when he is absent, it is a shock to our system. I am proud that I can get out of bed, care for my girls and nourish my dreams. It is tricky not to wish time away. Because time is counted; in days, in weeks, months, seasons, occasions and holidays. So it seems important to make time count for something, something that can be measured to make all of the difficulty seem worth at least a portion of what it could have been.
Here are a few of the images I took of Emma as daddy was packing (how do you even pack for that long?! It’s kind of a joke>). The last few times he’s left she has gotten into his suitcases as he goes through his rituals of checklists and laying everything out. She says to him she is coming with him in his suitcase…not this time Emmers.
Matt if you can read this, we miss you and love you more than words!
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