I've just returned home from sending my husband off to war. I've sent him off before, but never to war. I've known this was coming, I've been preparing for it for a very long time. But that doesn't mean it was easy. The tears I hate came, and I tried my best to smile through them. I hope I told him enough that I love him. I hope he knows how much we will miss him. I pray I am strong enough to do the right things for my children as they cope with the missing their father and their sister. I pray that this year flies by. I haven't allowed myself to think about a year. I've looked at little pieces. Tonight, driving home with my babies asleep in the back seat, I let myself consider it. It isn't a pretty picture. No more of that.
I know he misses us, too. I know he's scared and excited and worried. The most important thing for me to tell him now is that we love him very much, and we want him home safe as soon as possible.
I'm off to cuddle those babies in my bed. Kiss your husbands for me, and tell them how much you love them.