Miss You

It has been 7 weeks since we said good-bye. We have hit that mark that separates a normal TDY from a deployment. I guess you could say we have settled into our new routine. However, no matter how long he is gone, I never get use to it. I miss waking up to him in the morning. I miss our lunch dates. I miss laughing with him. I miss having him just there to help. Sometimes, I feel like nothing has changed. Then there are those moments that I wonder how I can make it all work. Something as simple as a missing ingredient for dinner means loading everyone up and heading to the store for that one item. I can’t just call him and have him pick it up on his way home. Then there is the big things, like what am I going to do when I finally have this root canal done? There is no more, wait till dad gets home and he can take care of it. It is just me. I feel like a piece of me is missing. I have great friends who help fill the void. It isn’t the same as having him here but I forever grateful for their friendship. I have heard time and time again that it is harder to be the one who is left behind. I believe that there is some truth to that statement. It is hard to go on without him being here. At the same time, I believe that it is almost harder to be the one who leaves. Everything about his normal routine has been interrupted. Home cooked meals are a thing of the past. Then there is a different country and climate to get use to. As much as I don’t get a break from always being the only one, he doesn’t get a break from the continuous work and everything that being there entails. I can’t say that I have it any harder than he does. Each situation is unique. I know he misses us and being home. We miss him too.