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Woooooah Were Half Way There

Well, here it is folks! The half way point, between two ends, at the top of the hill, smack dab in the middle of this deployment.

Now, see, I hate complaining or saying that I hate that The Babe has been gone. Buuuuuut, everyone deals with things differently.  I am the type of person who thrives on physical connection.  Not necessarily physical touch, but just having another close by in physical proximity.  I am only three more weeks away from having The Babe back in close proximity.  Three more weeks until we are finally together at home.

I am thankful my husband chose to go into the military the way he did, with the job he did.  I am so thankful The Babe doesn't have to be gone for a year at a time.  I marvel at those military wives who are able to support their spouses as they are gone for so long.  They are amazing!  I can't even fathom it.  

I am not needy, I am not dependent, I just love my spouse and the love that we share. He is a special man, the most important man to me next to God.  I can't wait to see his face again in person.

I told my mother the other day that after a period of time it is kind of sad how the other person becomes a virtual entity.  Someone reached only by means of technology.  There is no way to reach out and feel that he really is there.  Only the soothing sound of the voice over the phone that sounds like home or the smile on the face on skype that looks and sounds like my husband but is hundreds of miles away. 

There is that moment in deployment when you just simply are.  You miss them but the sadness is ebbed and strapped to a heavy weight in the bottom of the ocean in the back of your mind.  Because you can't carry that with you.  You have to focus on the present, on your family, on yourself, and on others.  You have to take it in stride and soak up every phone call, every Skype session, every text and then let it go off into the universe.  

I am so thankful for The Babe and how hard he works, what he teaches me through example and how resilient and supportive he is.  I could be a mom without him.  I could be myself without him.  But where is the joy in that?  I miss him when he's gone.  But the moment he is home, so am I.  Because home is where the heart is, and mine is coming home in three weeks.  Hooooah!   

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