So far, so good. It's not been so long that I can't pretend that my husband isn't just off on a business trip.
I figure that in a few months my internal clock will start to wonder about his long absence, "...isn't he supposed to be home yet??"
Poor Justin, my baby boy. I really need to stop thinking of him that way, he is a grown married man now. It's just that for so many many years he was my youngest, my baby. It's hard to change that image. Particularly when he still has those puppy dog eyes of his.
We've said our goodbyes to him as well. I just feel so heartsick when I think of how newly married he and Amber are, how I would have felt if my husband had to leave me when I was that young.
Anyway, at least I am living close to family and I do have another grown boy that will be moving in, along with his wife, to take care of all the 'man stuff' that needs doing. Jason & Thai are wonderfully supportive, responsible and capable. It will be nice to have the time with them this year.
I have to share this great photo that Brian took of himself and his brother the day before he left. They actually look a lot alike here, not that the hats and sunglasses aren't adding to the illusion ;)
It was kind of interesting on the day of the Farewell. Brian was asked by the local news channel (Fox 13) for an interview. I followed him over, holding Lex, to stand by and watch. But they didn't let me just watch, they had me stand next to him and then they interviewed me too. What's funny is that I was SO NOT wanting to be on TV.
See, it was at the end of the farewell. A female soldier had just performed an extremely moving hula to the song 'Proud to be an American' (no, not in her uniform, but in a Hawaiian dress) and, although I am NOT the type that is moved to tears, I was then. The combination of the song, the Hawaiian influence - Hawaii was our first Active Duty station, back when the boys were young and possibly - just maybe ;) - I was feeling emotional about my husband leaving for war.
Anyway, I had NO makeup left, my voice was all catchy and tight from the emotion and they wanted to me to interview?!
Then, of all things, the ONLY interview they showed was mine! None of my husbands, none of the other soldiers and their families, just mine.
You know, it's weird when you hear your voice in a recording, I had no idea I sounded like that. I didn't recognize my voice at all. But, at least I didn't have any black streaks on my face from mascara and the lighting was favorable. Does anyone know how to pull a recording from a DVR/TIVO recording?
Well, now that all the Sctuff is over with, I might have some good 'girls only' time to get creative. I tell ya, the ideas are stacking up in my brain faster than I can get to them! Keep an eye out, I expect to be on the mojo train soon!