Seeing Daddy walk off the plane was probably one of the best moments of my life. He ran through the gates and was immediately tackled by the boys. Then it was my turn. Getting to touch Him again was so amazing. The hugs and kisses were what I was missing for so many months. The weight I had been carrying around with me for so long just lifted away.
The drive home was spent holding hands and kissing necks and teasing one another. (And He finally was able to drive the Pathfinder that He bought me while over there. Thankfully He likes it!) Two hours had passed by before we were finally home, the kids were in bed, and we were able to be alone.
We have loved each other for over 15 years, yet at that moment, we were strangers again. The awkward touches and hesitant words said so much more than their surface meanings. Learning to be together again at times can be new and exciting, but for the most part it is a like inviting a stranger to live in the shadows of a former love. He will never be the same man He was before this deployment. I can never be the same girl. Too much has happened. We have changed too much.