Ready for a Reunion

We are getting really close to a reunion now. I have to say that outside of the few times I have blogged, I haven't had to cry much. That just isn't me.
However, I am ready to cry at the drop of a hat right now. I know we are nearly done, at least for now, and I am ready for this to be over. This is the first leg of a long trip to come with this squadron, and I need to get at least this part over, to be able to feel like we can do this. I know my husband will be deployed a lot over the next few years, leading right up to his retirement. So, being able to do this, now, at this stage of our lives, is a huge deal.
I am ready to be reunited, even with the stresses that presents itself. I am ready to have him be a part of the day to day again, even if he will be gone from us far too soon. I want my husband back. I need him to be here for us, for me. I am ready.

Like a Bad Dance

Getting ready for homecoming feels like a bad dance. You know, once of those dances that has its own special song, all about the dance, that even tells you what steps to take.
One step forward. Two Steps back. Now everybody Hop!

That kind of thing.

Except ours goes:
Everybody slide your plans one day to the right. Now back Two days to the left. Jump forward three hours. Now every body scream!

Yeah. This is a pain. An ill choreographed pain.