Well, we did it. Another "see you later". This time, I couldn't hang out at the gate like I did before. (Security on base is way different then security at a regular airport.)
I handled the lead up to the departure a little better than last time. A little.... He managed to pack while I was working this morning, so I didn't have to watch the majority of that going on. Only the last minute things. My sweet hubby washed our sheets and duvet this morning too. "So you'll have soft sweet sheets to sleep on tonight."
He kept reminding me that this, this is why people thank those serving in the military. "Thank you for your sacrifice and service" This, this distance, this time apart, this is the sacrifice that we all hate, but feel so proud of when it's over. When he's on shore duty, stationed at home, when we are under one roof again, we are proud of the time apart.
I can only speak for my relationship. But we, my husband and I, are stronger because of the distance. Because of the time apart. Because of our required growth in our communication. Because of the distance we have developed new ways to be intimate. New ways to connect. New ways to be a couple.
He's been gone for all of 2 hours and I am already ready for these 92 days to be done.
This time I'll board a plane bound for him. I'll get about 18 days with him and where he will live for another 4 months after that. Then its over. For at least 2 to 3 years of shore duty.
