There is NOTHING quite like the feeling of getting YOUR person back after an extended amount of time. I don’t think there is any emotion or experience I could compare it with that could adequately describe how wonderful it is. We spent 6 months without daddy again for the second time in 2 years. Not only that, but he left right before the start of COVID-19.
I knew deployments were difficult in the first place, but not being able to leave the house for 3-4 months at a time, having all of our “plans to get us through deployment” canceled, and having no sort of break from parenting, or person to lean on to share the load was a challenge in and of itself.
I’ve found myself break down in tears randomly since he’s been home, realizing that I’m finally allowing myself to process things instead of just trudging through them. Whenever I go through something hard, I tend to just put on a brave face and take it by the horns one step at a time. I don’t let a lot of negative emotion seep through because to me, it doesn’t do any good to help get me through a situation. And I’m sure it’s not healthy to bottle, but it’s my process. So when he’s finally home and I’m free to feel again, the good and the bad. It all comes out. And Lucky for me, he’s always been really patient and comforting.
To say we are thankful to have him home is more than an understatement.