So I was getting up to date on the New York Times Series: A Year At War and they did a video about homecoming. It was amazing to watch the video of the day my soldier came home, I personally have no pictures or videos from that day other than just as the boys were walking in.
Watching the video, which happened to follow the wife of my husband's squad leader, reminded me of how that day was for me. The video showed that the wife found her husband with ease... but that was not my experience. I remember the feeling I had when I heard they were dismissed. I didn't stand on the bleachers to scope out where my soldier was. I ran. I ran into the crowd... and then I couldn't find him. I remember the sudden urge to want to cry. That nightmare that he didn't come home.. that he wasn't there. And then I saw a familiar face and I remember frantically asking where Jeremiah was and then quickly adding "welcome home." And then Fogel found me again not long after and pointed me in the right direction. And then I saw him. I ran... no I sprinted for him. I dodged people who had already reunited. And I jumped into those arms. I wrapped my legs around him and almost knocked him over.
It is that fear that I would never see him or find him that makes me appreciate every moment with him.
I love sleeping in his arms. I love cooking dinner for him. I love being able to take care of him. I even love it when he falls asleep on the couch. These are all the little things that I would have never gotten a chance to appreciate had it not been for this deployment and that fear I would never see him again. It is a privelege to cook him dinner or sit at CQ with him. It was one of my few days off and you bet I wanted to spend it with him. I can never spend enough time with him. I am so grateful I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
I love you Jeremiah and thank you for making me the happiest woman around.
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