Being married to someone in the military was never anything I planned to do, but when I married my now husband, I married him for all that he is despite what he had signed up to do.
Now, over two years later, a puppy, new house, countless trainings, and a sweet baby boy later; here we are. If I’ve learned anything these last few years, it’s that even though this lifestyle is hard for me, it’s just as hard for him:
He wakes up and leaves before our baby has even started stirring each morning. He sometimes comes home with only a few hours before bedtime.
He packs his bags to leave and gives us both one last kiss and hug. He puts on a brave face to try and make it a little easier on me.
He ignores the calendar as time flies by. He knows that we’re running out of days, out of time before the inevitable “I’ll see you soon” comes around again.
He promises to call and text. He hopes our baby boy will remember him despite all of the time apart.
Before we know it, he’s gone again, and we’re wishing time would hurry up.
I know his heart breaks a little when he thinks of all the things he’ll miss out on; playing together, first steps, and all of those sweet snuggles.
I know how much he wishes our time together could just slow down a little. I wish it would too.
I know he’s conflicted between wanting to stay home with us and his sense of duty.
So for now, we’ll pack up the bags and hold on just a second longer. We’ll remind him how proud we are now and always.
We remember now and everyday that it will never be, “Goodbye”. It will always be, “I’ll see you soon”.