[Originally posted on Mach 26, 2010 on Blogger]
The husband of a friend of mine is coming “home” tomorrow. I use quotations, because while he has been state-side, he is now able to return to their literal Home.
I am super excited for her. I can only imagine how I will react when it’s my turn, in roughly 19 months.
19 months…when it’s put like that, it doesn’t seem like that long; only 12 of those months he will be gone. And I am dreading every single day.
But, I am looking forward to the day that I get to greet him when he gets off of his plane. I am sure that I will cry…or bawl, really. And not want to let him go.
I at least hope this is the way I get to greet my husband when he comes home…