100 days, folks. 100 days.
100 days from right this very moment I very well may be on my way to the Nashville airport to pick up Jamie for his 15-day R&R.
I have this weird anxious feeling right now just thinking about it. I find myself daydreaming daily about standing there, knowing that his flight has landed and he’ll be off the plane in just moments, knowing that I’m about to see his face in person for the first time in eight months.
I imagine his smile first, and then practically leaping into his arms out of pure relief.
If you have your significant other around, hold their hand every chance you get. You’d miss it if they weren’t around.
I feel strangely excited that I actually get to experience this type of excitement because I really can’t imagine anything else that’s more purely exciting, besides getting married or having a baby. If I keep thinking about it that way – that I’m actually lucky to have something so incredible to look forward to – then I think I’ll make it through the next few months.
Writing about this rollercoaster of emotions that this deployment has brought on has been very theraputic to me, so I hope you don’t think I’m pathetic. I’m on just that though – a rollercoaster, and having an outlet to write about it in is nice. I’m an english teacher, people. 🙂 This is what I try and get my students to do.
Flashback to another one of the greatest hugs in the world – after he ran up to the stadium seats after his USMA graduation.