You are home!
I waited for you at BWI for about an hour. I was early. And there was this group of volunteers who spend their Saturdays welcoming home military on their way home from deployments. And our friends from Andrews came up to meet you and their friend who was also on your flight home.
And I stood with some nine other wives waiting for husbands. One had a little girl who didn't know her daddy was coming home that day. She thought Santa was on the airplane and she was going to meet him. Instead she got her dad!
I was already a bit weepy. We all were. And all sweating. Anxious for husbands to come home. Too much information? It's true though.
Then they started coming. Every time someone rounded the corner and opened the door, we all held our breath to see if it was who we were waiting for.

I wondered if you would be the last one off the plane. And then I saw you. Pushing your cart full of all your bags. And you saw me, and this lady tried to get you to go the other way.

And so I just rushed past her, bursting into tears and hugging you. I imagined when you came home I would just want to look at your face. Instead, I just wept. Into your neck. And my mascara got all over your face.

I guess some one took your cart and pushed it to the side. Making room for other soldiers to move past. Maybe I should have cared about being in the middle of a traffic pattern. But I didn't. I just wanted to hold you. I didn't even hear anything, see anything. It was just you.


Amazing how surreal that moment was. Amazing how quickly it felt normal to have you here with me, holding my hand. Amazing that it has been 9 days since you have been home. Amazing how surreal it feels to be with you all the time now, knowing you are here for all of the foreseeable future.
And how amazing it is that we get to celebrate Christmas together. After all our time apart.
Merry Christmas!

Love.


















































