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.