I should be asleep. I should be dreaming sweet dreams of my husbands return. I should be cuddled up with my two gorgeous girls. NO. I SHOULD be anxiously awaiting the return of my husband tomorrow. I SHOULD be getting ready to watch my girls light up with excitement as their daddy marches into the room after a long lonely year.
Nope. Instead I'm awake and sad that now tomorrow is not the day that we've waited a year for. The Army yet again took something joyful from us. I'm used to it. The Army is what the Army is and that's the life we signed up for... but it still sucks.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter that he's not coming home, because he is, just not tomorrow like we thought. I am thrilled that it is just a few more days. I'm joyfull that he's already in transit and a step closer to being out of harms way. I'm just disspointed that he's not gonna be hugging us all tomorrow.
I'll get over it. We've waited a year right? Whats a few more days. I prepared my self to wait longer than the first date said. I prepaired my daughters to maybe have to wait a few more days. We will get through these next couple days and then our family will be complete again.
I just really really really miss my Soldier and long to be in his arms again.
I just want to see him wrestling around with the girls.
I want to shove at him during the night because he's hogging the bed.
I want to give crap when he leaves the toilet seat up.
I want to yell out the door "I love you" as he heads back to work from lunch break.
I want some dirty ACU's to wash.
I just want my family back. I've waited paitiently, and I have no choice but to continue to wait, I just don't like it :)
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