I already feel like a veteran of military marriage, and I've only been through one deployment. Ben and I just spent 9 days apart, he in Missouri, Violet & I in San Francisco visiting a friend. When it came time to say goodbye, we both just buckled down and did our part, I packed my bags and stayed out of his way, he packed his, and ......I cleaned up after him. :D Then we kissed and said, "See you in a week or so!" and off we went!
The week we spent apart did not always offer ample time for chatting on Skype or phone conversations long into the night. Instead, we sent the occasional text, skyped a couple of times, and mostly just let each other know we were happy, keeping busy, and loved each other from a distance. Thanks to Laurie & Matt's comforting presence, their godly, happy marriage (which I tended to bask in, with warm memories of my own), and their cheerful & swift disciplining style with their son---which put Violet and me greatly at ease, I hardly even knew I was gone! The 9 days flew by, and before I knew it, I was home again, cleaning house for my husband's late-night arrival!
Which brings me to the Point I was making in the beginning. Reunions. In the military, one grows stronger, I think, with each separation, and a groove is drawn into each person, creating the ability/technique to cope. However, when Reunion Time comes around, there is NO DIFFERENCE between the first one and the fiftieth one! A few hours before he comes home, I am dancing around the house, scrubbing everything with a toothbrush, checking my hair every 5 minutes, watching the clock, checking my phone, and twirling Violet around chanting, "Daddy's comin' HOME!" over and over again. Not one iota of that excitement has faded from when it all began. For that, I am grateful!
Praise God we get to experience these miniature honeymoons every so often! I thank the Lord for blessing our marriage with them.
Welcome Home, Ben, my Love.