Well, he's gone again. I'm left behind to wait. I knew this was his job when we got married, but it still doesn't make it any easier. He's a marine, and I couldn't be more proud of him. 13 months, they're saying. That's more than a year. A year. You can't get that back. 2009 will be a year that we lose. I am back home with my family, and getting settled. My sister and her family took me in this time. I am so grateful for my family. They are the only thing that gets me through. Them, and a few dear friends. I am a Marine's wife, and there was never a second thought as to what I would do throughout another deployment. Wait. And love him. And pray for him. Just like I did the last time. I read this somewhere, and it rings so true. "I miss him so much, but I love having him to miss." I would wait on him forever if that is what I had to do. Because he is worth it. He is my soul mate, my other half. I am incomplete without him. But I will be complete once again, because we will make it through this deployment. He will come home to me, we are strong, and I will live for the day that I can run and jump into his arms again. That day will make it all worth it. Worth all the restless, tearful nights, worth all the worry, worth all the loneliness. That next "first kiss", "first hug". It will be all better then.
Can't believe it's that time again
Holding on tight to last until next time