Another Goodbye

Sometimes, I feel as if every time I turn around, we're saying "goodbye" to this handsome guy. (Okay, okay, so it's been almost a year and a half since he left for his recruiter school... it just *seems* as if it wasn't that long ago!) 

One of the hardest parts is always the hugs and kisses before he walks out the door. Then we all dutifully line up by the screen, wave until the car is too far to be seen (or is it because my eyes are blurry with tears?), and then it's back to schoolwork and chores and whatever else needs to be done. Because life has to continue. Because that's what we have to do. 

The very first time My Airman left for a deployment {we had only been married for four months and had two weeks' notice! This military life can be pretty crazy sometimes...}, a friend informed me: "It never gets easier!" Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but now that we have a few more separations under our belt, I definitely agree. Oh, it is different each time, and I handle it much better than I did back then, but it's never easier. 
First Deployment: 2005
All right, so six weeks is waaaayyyy shorter than six months
And he's only going just a few states away as opposed to the other side of the world. 
Not to mention the fact that I'm not {prayerfully} having a baby while he's away this time
{We'll save that baby bit for July, ha! ;o)}
Yeah, this should be a cake walk in comparison, right? :o) 
Here's hoping time flies by so our family can be reunited again


Paula said...

Oh, Arlene, my eyes teared up reading this! I will be praying for you during this time of separation. I think the longest Steven and I have ever been apart is about 2 weeks. I'm sure that 6 weeks is much harder, but like you said, at least it's not 6 months! Thank you so much for the sacrifices your family is making for our country. :)

Amy said...

Oh, that must be hard! Will pray for you, Arlene, and the boys!