Everyone keeps asking if I’m excited. It seems as if they expect me to scream “YES!” while doing cartwheels.
Yet, I’m not.
It’s not that I’m not excited. I am. But I’m also anxious, nervous, cautious, and trying to keep realistic expectations. This is new territory for me even though I’ve been a military wife for nearly 12 years. We haven’t been apart for this long since I was in college and we were dating. Now, we’ve rarely been apart have three small children.
I’m just not sure how things will go.
Honestly, I just want things to be normal. Like it always is when we’re together. But I know we will all have some adjustments. Probably him more than us.
I expressed my mixed emotions to him and his response went straight to the center of my heart.
“Once I get home, everything will be fine. We’re the best team I know.”
It’s true. We are.
He’s my best friend. He knows all about me and sometimes has insights about me that I haven’t discovered for myself. The one I’d rather be with over any other. The one I’ve known for half my life.
And so, despite the continued range of emotions, I know that once it’s just us I’ll grab his hand and we’ll settle in.
A team reunited.