This morning he woke up early to get to the ceremony and meet with the battalion. I made him some tea, because I had to do something for him. I had to make myself be a part of getting him out the door, I needed to make myself useful, even at 6am. Once he left, I laid in bed and wondered "Is this what it's going to feel like when he's gone?" "A cold side of the bed and a knot in my stomach? "A lonely, empty feeling?" I let a few tears fall as I convinced myself to get up and get ready for the ceremony.
I picked up my friend Carly. Thank God for her. I don't know what I would do without her to hold my hand through this. We drive down state to where the ceremony was held and she let me gush the whole way there about why I was waiting for him. Why he was worth every.single.moment of waiting and every.single.tear that streams down my face. By the time we arrived, I felt confident, proud and ready to kick this deployments ass.
We sat down in the bleachers and today was a beautiful, sunny day. A bit windy, but beautiful. I listened to the Commander and the General boast about my soldier and his battalion, about how they are going to make our State proud. All I could think about was how proud I WAS. My soldier, my everything, my world. I am so proud of him.
I still have a few more days to squeeze him a little bit tighter, sneak in a few more kisses and snuggle a little longer.
As crazy as this sounds I am ready to see him off and get this deployment started. I'm ready to kick this deployments ass and welcome him home back into my arms. I'm ready for this next chapter in our relationship. I am going to ache and cry and miss him so much, but I'm thankful that I have someone so amazing to miss.
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