Military Hierarchy.

While yesterday wasn't nearly as bad as when Hubby left the first time, it was still hard nonetheless. My experience yesterday is a worse experience than most people will have to deal with in their marriages or relationships, well aside from death or divorce, obviously. The second goodbye is still painful. I never want to be used to my husband being gone, I never want to get to the point where another goodbye is just another goodbye, to the point where it doesn't even affect me that much. I never want a marriage like that. Since my first Army wife experiences, never have I bought into the Army wife hierarchy. In their world you are not just Jane Doe, no, no, you are *insert rank* Doe's wife. The higher up's wives do not associate with the younger wives and really want nothing to do with them. Being Lt. Hubby's wife, I was pretty low ranking on the Army wife scale. So ridiculous to me. There are those women though, who do buy into it, maybe for traditions sake, maybe because that's their only thing, moving around every four years doesn't give many military wives the opportunity to really become successful in a career. Maybe the hierarchy is their way of feeling successful and important. When really, they are simply wearing their husband's rank. That however, is not my beef with these women. What bothers me the most is that many military wives keep their feelings away from their deployed husbands, because the husbands have better things to worry about. Yes, they do have better things to worry about and I try not to tell Hubby things that would stress him out or things that he has no control over. However, I feel that if a wife keeps all of her emotions inside and never expresses them to her husband, wouldn't he feel that she doesn't need him? Plus, what kind of marriage is it when you can't talk about your feelings and emotions? Hubby tells me what's on his mind, what's bothering him or stressing him out and in turn, I tell him the same. As a normal, healthy marriage should work. I just never want to be so caught up in the strict Army wife standards that it, in turn, bruises my marriage. Upholding certain standards is important in the military world, my marriage is a lot more important.

Goodbye again

Hubby and I knew that R&R would go quick, and we sure were right. As I said in my previous post, it took a little getting used to him being home and finally when we were back in our groove, he had to leave.

Hubby's 18 days of R&R vacation bliss ended today. Although we were sure that last night would be sad, it turned out not to be. Thinking back to the night before he left in December, I'm pretty sure that I cried for a solid 4 hours with no exaggeration. Last night, not one tear was shed. We talk and laughed and held each other close. We discussed our future and how close it all really is. When the alarm went off this morning, I dreaded getting out of bed and driving to the airport. I tried to convince Hubby to let me come to the gate with him, but he refused explaining that it would just be delaying the inevitable. As we pulled up to the drop-off spot, my heart sank. Another goodbye. He gathered his things and held me, whispering that he loved me in my ear. I touched his soft face, kissed him and watched him walk away, again. My heart broke, again. I got back in the car and watched him disappear into the airport, I sat there for a minute hoping he would come back. I wiped the tears from my eyes and noticed a man from the car in front of me, he gave me a sympathetic smile and a quick wave. I wondered what was going though his head. And as quickly as our paths crossed, he went on bidding farewell to his relative, I drove off. Another tearful goodbye. With this goodbye, comes hope and promise. This departure will be Hubby last, the next time I see him, he will be come home from the Middle East for good and hopefully we will never have to say goodbye ever again. No more tears, just happiness, just typical married couple things, just bliss.

Home Sweet Home

Well, Hubby has been home for a week and we've been having a wonderful time together. The day he came home, I received a phone call from him in Atlanta saying, "hi honey, I'm getting on a flight in a half hour, I'll see you in 3 hours." "Crap," I thought to myself. I just gotten myself out of bed and barely had the time to check my email and update my blog quickly. I hurried into the shower and scrambled to get ready in time to leave so I wouldn't be late. It was past rush hour, so I figured there wouldn't be a lot of traffic. Well, I was wrong. There is always traffic in Boston. By the time I got to the airport and through security, I had ten minutes before Hubby's flight was scheduled to arrive at the gate. It was a good thing I didn't get there any sooner. As soon as I arrived at the gate, my hands started to shake, my heart pounded so hard I felt like I could see it through my shirt. I tapped my feet on the ground, and patted my hands on my legs. I was so anxious and restless and impatient. Finally, the plane arrived and I stood directly in front of the entryway. I saw Hubby with his sunglasses on and ran into his arms, I felt all the pairs on eyes fixated on us there. The ten months that had passed seemed to disappear and it felt like Hubby had never left in the first place.

Since I'm being honest, it did take a few days for me to get used to Hubby being home. I had to remember that we are an us not a me and you. After being independent for ten months, it was hard to have to build a schedule around a couple not just me. Call it selfish, but that's the way it was. I've never been good at dealing with change and this was just another example. Once we arrived in Charleston, everything was back to normal. We have been having a great time here and wish it would last forever. The thought of Hubby having to go back is so far removed from my thoughts right now, which is good, but I know that the day will sneak up on us all too quickly. So now, I am off to enjoy every last second I have with my Hubby. I'll post another update after he leaves.

Today!!

Well, I finally got a good night sleep last night... at least until 5am. It didn't help that my cat, Max came in meowing, looking for food and then plopped himself on my bed, staring at me. I tried to go back to sleep, I really did, but I just couldn't do it. How could I?? Hubby would be landing in Atlanta in an hour or so and I would be getting the phone call to tell me when he will arrive in Boston. I am still waiting. Hurry up Hubby! I am exhausted beyond words. The last few nights have been pretty restless. In just a few hours I will see Hubby for the first time in 10 months. I cannot wait!

Anticipation.

Well, Hubby is coming home tomorrow! I am so excited, but so nervous at the same time. Hubby has been gone since December 2007, ten months. For newly weds, that is a long time to be apart in a crucial time of our marriage. I'm nervous that things won't be the same, nervous that our love for one another will have changed somewhat. I know change is a necessary part of a deployment, but it doesn't make it any easier to handle. When Hubby's friend Cpt. G was headed to Europe to meet his girlfriend and my friend, CityGirl, she was nervous as well. I didn't really understand her nerves until now. I know that everything will be fine once I see him, but the anticipation is killing me. I wish he could hurry up and get here, I am so anxious. Since he will be home for 18 days, I probably won't be writing much while he is home, but I will be sure to post an update as soon as he leaves. Wish me luck!!!

Field Hockey Superstars

I just want to take a moment to brag about my field hockey teams. As I previously stated, I am assistant coaching JV and Varsity field hockey at my old high school. The girls are awesome and so much fun to work with. Unfortunately, Monday will be my last game with them, but it is for good reason since Hubby is coming home. I know on the bus ride home Monday night, I will be sad to leave because I have been with these girls every day for the past two months. On a varsity run earlier in the week, one of the girls came up to me and said, "Is your husband hot? We decided he has got to be, but is he?" I laughed, "of course he is, he's my husband!" They asked me to bring a picture the next day. When I showed up at practice, the girls swarmed me. "Hubba, hubba" I heard from the crowd, "he's so muscular." I told them that Hubby and I would be attending their last game together. They rejoiced. I kid you not, rejoiced, claiming that the game would be their, "favorite game of the season." Hahaha.

All the girls have great personalities and most have improved drastically over the season. Their records have been amazing to say the least. Varsity with 4-3-4 (wins, losses, ties), JV with 11-0-0, they say it's skill, I say it's good coaching... Either way, they are great girls and I feel so lucky to have had the opportunity to work with them for the past couple months.

Hurry up!

I am pretty sure that time is at a standstill. The past week has gone by quickly and I am pleasantly surprised that it is already Thursday, but today, ugh, today, it's only 11:30. Hurry up Tuesday!!!!!!!!