My husband has a tough job. Today he headed back to work.
I try not to embarrass him too much with posting too many pictures, or bragging too much about how proud I am of him. It's hard not to sometimes.
When he's home, he is such a goof. That he is always joking around and being silly with the kids makes it sometimes hard to think of him at work making these young people (teenagers often times), into proud Marines. And then I see pictures, like the one of him above, and am reminded once again of how serious, intense, and hard his job is.
I know that the leaving part is just as hard on him as it is on us. He lingers until a hasty "I have to go" is said.
Big hugs. Promises of phone calls. Multiple mentions of "Be good for Mama".
Several extra hugs, and many questions. "Do you have to go? When will you be home?"
And lots of, "I'm really gonna miss Dad. Can we call him when he gets there?"
Promises of lots of phone calls and Facetime.
It'll take us a little time to get back into our routines that are established while my husband is away. I'm learning to give a little, and let them be upset, let the meltdowns or tantrums happen and to let it be ok. Not that tantrums and such are fun, but...with this life style it comes to be expected. An essential element to their little life is absent in the blink of an eye. They have every right to feel a little off kilter, just the way I do. It always takes me a little time to get my feet back under me-- they're much younger and much more sensitive to the change. Patience.
My mom was kind enough to take some pictures for us right before he left. This is how I like to think of my little family. Together and happy.
We'll all do our best to keep busy. Another three months, counting down, starting today!