Right now I have nothing profound or reflective to say, but I feel obligated to write. We (daughter, dog, and me) brought J to the airport early this morning. It was before sunrise, so I was able to convince our daughter it was still night time. She accepted this and went back to sleep when we got home.
His leave was perfect. Perfect because it felt like normal life again, not because it was scripted and free of conflict. Did we do everything we'd hoped? Almost. Did we fight? A little. Did we annoy each other? Sometimes. Did we enjoy our time together as a couple and a family? Absolutely.
In my wedding speech over five years ago I attempted to tell my husband that happy days before him were not as good as bad days with him. That's still true. I prefer the days when he's here with me, but being married to him makes any day a good one. Even the day we take him to the airport and say goodbye, again.
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