
It has been almost 4 months since my last post and I apologize but so much has happened! So let me see if I can get everyone up to speed.
He places his boots down and rids his body of his uniform and looks down at his beautiful bride. For a moment he is captivated by how peaceful she looks sleeping and hesitates to wake her. Instead though, he caresses her cheek and runs his fingers through her curls, a soft smile on his lips. Her eyelids flutter for a moment but then she smiles back at him in recognition, so happy to see him next to her again. He gently brought her to him and their lips met in a gentle kiss, lips dancing with one another. His hand in her hair he deepens their kiss and they fall into a lover's rhythm. Within moments they are back on the bed as his hands memorized each curve of her body and her fingernails lightly traced his shoulders and back becoming breathless with each of his caresses.
For a little while time stopped as they made love. There were no fireworks or background music just the simplicity of being in love and completely devoted to the other. Each kiss was a reminder that they were going to be okay, each touch a reminder that he would come home to her, and as they held one another and drifted to sleep they didn't have to say how much they loved the other because one could tell just by looking at them.
Sunlight painted their room in bright oranges and yellows beckoning a new morning. She smiled thinking of the night. She reached for him but as she kept reaching and she opened her eyes she realized that he wasn't there. His boots and uniform were nowhere to be seen as tears silently ran down her cheeks, where his hand had seemed to have been just a few hours ago, it was then she realized it had all been a dream. She laid back down, hugged his pillow, and prayed that time would fly and that she would soon be in his arms.
My Mom's Version:
He places his boots down and rids his body of his uniform and looks down at his beautiful bride. For a moment he is captivated by how peaceful she looks sleeping and hesitates to wake her. Instead though, he caresses her cheek and runs his fingers through her curls, a soft smile on his lips. Her eyelids flutter for a moment and then she grabs the frying pan that she keeps under her pillow and smacks him upside the head. She runs to turn on the light tripping over his combat boots and in the next moment she realizes who it is. She runs to his side as he moans in pain from the attack. She crouches down next to him trying to contain her laughter. He chuckles thinking that that is one of the many reasons he married her...she was vicious. He lifted his hand to her hair and brought her to him for a kiss, they kissed passionately until all the sudden his hand was caught! He tried to gently get it out of her hair but it had somehow become knotted. And so he kind of yanked and with a yelp from her his hand was free. She glared at him a moment but couldn't stay mad because she was so ecstatic to see him. And as they gazed into one another's eyes everyone watching could tell just how in love they were. They made love and fell asleep in one another's arms.
Sunlight painted their room in oranges and yellows smiling as she hummed to herself. The couple was finally wakened by her humming and they woke up, each holding their heads in pain. She looked at him and laughed seeing an, already, black and blue goose egg on the side of his head. But as he turned to mock-glare at her he couldn't contain his chuckle at the slight bald spot where his hand had gotten stuck.
Ohh how I have missed my Mom.
Well that's about all for now. I'll try to get another blog up before I get back home because once I get back it will be full-time work and school again. Ta-ta for now!
Silently I stared out the window, a war going on internally. No music played, no friendly banter, just a tense silence that held the weight of the world. One hand on the steering wheel the other gently holding mine. I had tried picturing this day over and over again but it just didn't happen. Saying good-bye for a year? I thought, shaking my head. I don't want to say good-bye. The silence was a constant reminder of the inevitable. I fought with myself, part of me wanting to jump out of the truck and go home, part of me wanting to scream for him to stop that I couldn't take this, and then of course the strong part of me; being the wife he needed me to be, strong, independent, and supportive. The squeeze of my hand a reminder that I was here, that I would never leave, and that I couldn't wait to hold him again.
We parked. Got out. Grabbed his bags. And for a moment our eyes met, a hundred things being said within the gaze, I'll miss you, Come Home Safe, I'll be home soon, I don't want you to go, I have to leave, you're my everything, I love you. The time has come for him to leave and he wraps me in his arms, and I try to memorize the way he feels, smells, and touches me. He presses his lips to my forehead, whispers I love you and that I'll see you soon, I nod my acceptance, hoarsely whisper I love him back and then, he's gone. Tears scream their displeasure and I ball my fists as if bracing myself for the next year.
I turn, pray, and think come home soon.
I hope that once he leaves that the year passes swiftly. It's not that we haven't been a part for this long before it's just the extra weight of the nature of this separation. Idk. The other night we were sitting in the bedroom and I cuddled up next to his side and just began to sob, and he held me and kissed the top of my forehead quietly "shushing" me, and I told him I didn't want him to go. But I realize that he must and that he wants to, which makes me even more proud of him as my husband and a soldier. Although it doesn't make it any easier.
Well I guess that's about it for me. I'll keep you guys up to date on how things are going here. I should be in FL to visit in about a month, so I look forward to seeing everyone!