After months on top of months of stress, worry, too little money, too much drama and too many curveballs to last a lifetime, hubby leaves for his new job. He will still be in the US for the next 2 weeks while training and doing paperwork, and then to overseas he goes. He was deployed once. Iraq I know, we are old buddies. Because the hubby was there before, I kind of feel Iraq is safe. This new place called Afghanistan scares me. The news doesnt help. Casualty rate is high, war is raging, the country is unstable. Blah blah blah. I dont want to think about it. I like to believe that if one is going to die, they are going to die chocking on a M&M or in war. You are exactly where you are supossed to be. God knows what HE is doing and I trust Him (or try to ;)
But anyways even though this new job brings back old fears and separation, it also brings stability, moola and a chance for me once again to prove that I can do it alone and do a damn good job that my husband halfway across the world can be proud. He knows he doesnt have to worry, that everything will be taken care of. He knows all that and I also know all the sacrificies he is making for us. Our love will grow, we will grow separatetly and it will be good.
Until "see you later" there have been many trips to the park, various ice pops before lunch, too many tickling sessions, kite flying, water splashing and so forth. The moments we all live for. Soaking it all up to helps us get through the next 6 months or so until we see him again.