After Lance left I felt a huge mix of emotions. I felt lost but then I knew I had to be strong for our boys. The days seemed to go so slow but before I knew it we were a month down and I realized that I could actually survive this thing. One lesson I learned was to concentrate on the small milestones and the first one was his r&r. I knew that if I thought about him coming home for good, I would feel overwhelmed and defeated. 11 months seemed like a lifetime but I could handle 5 months. So I started counting the days, one was how many days he had already been gone and the other one was how many days til he came home for r&r. Before I knew it I had hit the halfway point and I couldn't have been more excited. The next 3 months flew by and I knew I had a lot to do before he came home, especially clean the house! I decided to completely clean the house the day before he came home because if I did it any sooner than that our boys would have it totally destroyed. So that Monday I got up and started making my cleaning list and my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize so of course...I answered it. I figured it was Lance telling me he was on a plane to the States and he would be home tomorrow. Boy was I wrong! He was in Atlanta and would be at the airport in less than 3 hours and it was an hour drive there! So I woke my brother up and begged him to help me clean and the both of us speed cleaned the house and he finished while I got ready and while I was gone to get Lance. Well my GPS decided to take me the bassackwards way to the airport and as I pulled up I saw the most gorgeous sight I had seen in 5 1/2 months, my soldier :) He hopped in the car and the next two weeks flew by. We did anything and everything whether it be all four of us as a family or just the 2 of us as husband and wife. I don't think we'd ever had so much fun in 2 weeks.
But then before I knew it we were back at the airport, just me and him. I couldn't bare to put the kids through that so like always, my parents were to the rescue :) I tried to stay strong and not cry but I realized how much I hated life without him and how much I loved and needed him home. I cried everyday for a week and now its only been a week and a half but the days are getting better. I still miss him like crazy and hate hearing the boys cry for their daddy but I know that sooner than I realize he'll be home and this time it'll be longer than 2 weeks. So my advice for today is keep your family close, whether they're your actual family or even friends who are the only 'family' you have right now. Also stay busy by getting a job of finding a hobby, whatever it is it will help pass the time! My favorite thing is to find other women on facebook who are going through the same thing, it helps to have those people who personally know what you are going through. Well this was my random thought for the day, reminiscing on our first 6 months of this dreadful deployment!