I’ve been waiting to write this post the last two months. It seems like just yesterday I watched him take off and fly into the dismal skies. It would be a lie if I didn’t sob the entire drive home. After that drive, I can honestly say the last two months went by very quickly. I won’t complain about how fast they went. As most of people know Tim was deployed in August. Out of the six months we have now been engaged, he will have been gone three and a half. That is the nature of his job and how it happens. While T doesn’t long deployments, he has many deployments. Between multiple flights and many 10 day trips in between he is gone a lot. Each welcome home is special though and I could not be more proud of him. He will probably be gone again before we get married next April.
In my opinion, I think I did pretty well while he was gone. I filled my time work, with life and whatever else. I kept busy and continued life. I knew he was going to be gone for two months. I had fully wrapped my mind around that. I also know that with the military anything can change in a moments notice. Two months ago the US wasn’t putting planes overseas at the frequency we are right now.
So two weeks ago when T said his deployment might need to be extended, I wasn’t surprised. If you recall, two weeks ago I was also cleared to run a mile and “see how it goes”. It didn’t go well. So I was hammered with more recovery and Tim’s deployment being extended (for an unknown amount of time). It was a rough week for me but I made the best of the situation. Unknowing to me a small light shined through a bunch of storm clouds. Being miserable and complaining wasn’t going to do anything for anyone. It wasn’t like I could change anyone’s mind by feeling sorry for myself. So I continued to live my life and look towards the future.
I continued to rest and recover. I continued to live my life. After I accepted what life threw at me, I threw a pity party for one and moved forward. In situations like these, you have to accept certain things. You have to accept being miserable for yourself isn’t going to put you in a better mindset. Things that will always brighten your day: Hanging out with friends, going on diner dates and looking for the positives in life.
I have spent the last two weeks wondering what will happen next. Will my foot feel better tomorrow? Will T tell me he is coming home tomorrow? Will the Realtor get back to me? Will this happen, how about that?
Finally on Monday, T was able to tell me news I desperately wanted to hear. He was flying home. He was coming back. A few changes between Monday and Thursday but he is indeed coming back today. This immediately sent me into clean mode panic. My house had to be instaclean! My LOLZ LOLZ LOLZ fraternity must be cleaned up a little bit. (I’m not a slob but I’m not a neat freak. I don’t spend my waking hours cleaning all the time…I’ve got a blog to write…and life to live). So with that I spent a couple of days cleaning and getting ready for his return. I am kidding, of course I’m very excited for his return!
While T was away, I only broke two things, my foot and my remote control. Currently half of my blog talks about my foot but I dropped my remote in an Epsom salt bath (typical things that happen to me).
Tim and I’s relationship has been tested, pushed and pulled but honestly we are strong. I know without a doubt we are good together. We make each other whether we are together or apart. These last two months have sealed that. I cannot wait to get married next April.
Thank you to all of my friends, readers and support system. As cliche as it sounds I truly do feel lucky for all of the love and support I have.
So welcome back Tim and thank you for doing everything you do. For me and for this country.
