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I read a few posts here and there about homecomings and stuff like that and it kind of got me to thinking.
Sometimes I almost wish he wasn't coming home for HLTA.
Before you flame me to high hell, understand that I do love my husband very, very much.
From Jan - Aug 08 I lived with having a part time husband. If he wasn't up in Pet, he was in Texas or Wainwright. I saw him on weekends if I was lucky. Block leave in July was the most time we'd been able to spend together in almost 3 years. So this upcoming leave feels like a big tease. Just get used to having him home and he's gone again...It would probably be easier on me and the kids (and the dog) if he did a little travelling or something to that effect during his leave, than having to say goodbye again.
That being said, I miss him. I forget what it's like to be able to roll over at 3am and snuggle into his back. I forget what his voice sounds like without the staticky connection and delay from the phones over there. I hate that. I want to remember what it felt like when he ran his fingers through my hair. I countdown the days til the projected date he's supposed to come home, which incidentally is just before the baby's second birthday.
I wonder to myself, how much has he changed - how much have I? I don't want it to be weird when he gets home. And I can't wait 'til he's home for good.... until the next course or whatever.
Sometimes I almost wish he wasn't coming home for HLTA.
Before you flame me to high hell, understand that I do love my husband very, very much.
From Jan - Aug 08 I lived with having a part time husband. If he wasn't up in Pet, he was in Texas or Wainwright. I saw him on weekends if I was lucky. Block leave in July was the most time we'd been able to spend together in almost 3 years. So this upcoming leave feels like a big tease. Just get used to having him home and he's gone again...It would probably be easier on me and the kids (and the dog) if he did a little travelling or something to that effect during his leave, than having to say goodbye again.
That being said, I miss him. I forget what it's like to be able to roll over at 3am and snuggle into his back. I forget what his voice sounds like without the staticky connection and delay from the phones over there. I hate that. I want to remember what it felt like when he ran his fingers through my hair. I countdown the days til the projected date he's supposed to come home, which incidentally is just before the baby's second birthday.
I wonder to myself, how much has he changed - how much have I? I don't want it to be weird when he gets home. And I can't wait 'til he's home for good.... until the next course or whatever.