Tearing up

This evening I watched my husband pack for Afghanistan. And it sucked.

I think this was the first time all this pre deployment crap has really hit me.  This was the first time it became real. Everything he needs to live somewhere else in one really big container. (It feels like he's moving out. Which, of course, he basically is.)

The babies and I just laid on the bed watching as he spent several hours making sure he hadn't forgotten something crucial. They laughed, rolled around, and brought joy to a sad moment, blissfully unaware of what is going on and about to happen. I am so thankful to have them going through this with me!!! It will be a lot of work on my own but I will have so much joy and laughter even during sad moments. They always know how to make me laugh and smile.

I am doing okay, though. This isn't our first deployment, nor our last. I know the drill, and we will settle into a routine just the 3 of us. We will adapt and lean on each other more than ever before. All the while yearning for phone calls, pining for Skype sessions, and eating a bit more chocolate.

Yes, we are tough enough. One day at a time. The Lord will provide.