Yesterday at 830 am I dropped off Jeff at the side of the road for him to drop off his baggage. With a hug and a kiss he was gone - until Feb/March. We are hoping to take R&R then and head off to Hawaii!!
Its so funny. As soon as Jeff sets foot outside the house for any type of training/deployment the house begins to make noises. The first night I kept hearing all these noises that I either #1 never heard before or #2 am just paranoid now that Jeff isn't here so Im on edge. Im thinking #2.
This pre-deployment time went so well. We were relaxed, got along super well (we are usually stressed and end up fighting). Jeff packed early - we spent great family time together. Played with the boys, whipped up some great recipes and had great time in the kitchen - and just plain old had fun. It was sad to see him go.
I am strong and have to be strong for the boys. However it does break my heart when Ian asks when is daddy coming home. This is usually the conversation:
Ian: "Where is Daddy?"
Me: "Do you remember we had to drop him off to catch his plane?"
Ian: "Oh yea, His work - take a plane to the dessert. It's hot there."
Me: "Yes it is hot. He has to work in the dessert and help the people that live there. He will be gone for a while, but will be home in a bit to visit."
Ian: "I want to go on a plane to visit Daddy in the dessert. I will work with him."
Me: "No, Ian. We can't go where Daddy is. Its OK to miss Daddy. We can draw him a picture and mail it to him."
Ian: "Yes, draw a picture. Mail it and get a sticker." (They give out stickers at the post office to the kids. Ian likes to go!
We will be making TONS of pictures for daddy!