My hub was deployed today, to an undisclosed location abroad. As I was experiencing the moments over the past two days, I kept standing back and telling myself, "So, this is what having your husband deployed is like."
Dinner out and snuggling by the fire with a good movie the night before.
An early morning as neither of us could sleep any longer in the wee hours.
Quiet, both of us going about the house; hub doing last-minute things, I looking for mindless tasks to do, the clock ticking ever closer to departure time.
Bags piled by the door.
Phone calls to family on the drive over to the base.
A parking lot surrounded by dated, dijon yellow buildings. Other camouflaged personnel entering through a black iron gate, the gate that would be the final moment for my hub and myself.
So quiet, so little activity for such a significant moment.
Many hugs and kisses goodbye; smiles, as many as possible.
I love my man. I am so proud of him. I think of all the other wives and families that experience deployment, how little I thought of them in the past.
But now I know what deployment is like.
