In about 10 hours, I will be flying out to South Carolina to see my husband. A wonderful friend is driving me to the airport so I don’t have to pay for parking. Now that it’s almost over I can reflect on a few good things that came of mostly not seeing my husband for three months.
I appreciate him a lot more. His laugh, his smile, his hugs, his support and love… it’s all so easy to take for granted. He makes my life beautiful even when I feel miserable. I didn’t realize how much his support meant until I didn’t have it anymore. I’m darn lucky to have such an amazing husband.
I learned to pray a lot more. I have a difficult time both reading my Bible consistently and praying consistently. I do one or the other, but never both at the same time, until this summer. With no Caleb around to cry with, I had to lean on the One Who is always there for me, and as much as I hated being alone, I needed it. My strength doesn’t come from my husband; it comes from my Father. If I’m going to survive this crazy life ahead of us, I have to lean on Him. That kind of lesson can be read or spoken a hundred times, but experience is a far better teacher.
I realized that I can take care of a house by myself. Perhaps that’s silly, but I wasn’t sure I could. I’m much more confident in myself when I handle our home during deployment someday. I know I can handle the practical day-to-day stuff he is so good at. And I know that I can get myself up in the morning for work without needing a wake-up call.
And most of all, I am proud of him and what he stands for. I’m excited to be part of this, despite the loneliness and frustration I felt this summer. I’m excited for the adventure it’s going to be. And I know that he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. Nothing gives me more joy than to see him happy and content in God’s plan for his life.
Caleb, you are my hero. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow afternoon. I love you.