Once I got home mom and Chris helped me out so much. From the 26th on my husband was trying to get home. He got delayed because of rain. He got delayed because he didn't get cleared. He got delayed because the base SUCKS! Then I finally got word that he would be state side the next morning. I got VERY excited and anxious. I knew that I would have way too much anxiety at the airport so I had to put Trace in my Moby wrap when we got there. Then I saw his plane land. I had a sign, mom and Chris had flags and the video camera. We went to stand at the end of security. There were other people waiting and they all looked at the sign and the baby. Each one of them said that they were happy that they were going to be able to see our reunion. -Trace was 5 days old- As I looked down the walk way through security I could see a guy in ACUs. Thats when I lost it. I was shaking and crying. Really I can't even explain the way I was feeling. And I think that only the people that have been through it will ever be able to understand me completely. Then I feel his arms around me and I totally lost it. I was sobbing. Everyone around us was clapping. I finally quit shaking enough to take Trace out of the Moby wrap and hand him to my husband. Let me tell you, that was the best thing I have ever seen. Those of you that don't know my husband, he is not an emotional person AT ALL. And I could see him welling up a little bit. After about 5 minutes of standing there and just taking everything in we decide that both of us can walk again and we head home.
My husband was home for 15 days. It was a great 15 days.
When we took him to the airport to leave Trace and I went through security with him. Once again, everyone was so nice to us. I did a good job and didn't cry until it was really time for him to board the plane. He was one of the last ones, there was a line in the jetway and the guy at the gate said, "You have a few more minutes. I'm not going to rush you at all." So we stood there, him holding Trace and an arm around me holding me as close as he could. Of course I was crying and shaking (again). Then it was time. Our last kisses. Our last, "I love you. I'll miss you. Don't forget about me. and Stay safe." And he was on the plane. I stood there with Trace until his plane left. Off I went, back out through security, and home.
We are now on the downward side of the deployment and I am getting use to him being gone again. Thank goodness I have Trace here to kiss all of the time. He takes up most of my day so that helps the days go by faster. But it's still tough. Soon enough I will have my little family back together. But for now, I have my mom and Chris to help me. (I will never be able to do anything to repay them for all that they have done already for me, Trace, and my husband. I love you both more than you know!)
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