It finally happened. In late October Matt returned home safely. Ever since he got back, blogging just doesn't seem a priority. Now that the honeymoon phase is over and Matt has to work again, I am back to blogging. I want to describe a little bit about the homecoming ceremony.
I looked forward to Matt's homecoming ceremony more than I had ever looked forward to anything in my life. I meticulously cleaned my house, shaved my legs, tried on outfit after outfit, the list goes on. He got home around 10:00 pm. I had the kids in bed by 8:00 and my nice neighbor came over to sit at the house while I went to pick him up at the airfield. I had envisioned this drive over and over in my head for a year. I was elated. I got to the airfield an hour early, talked with some friends, and the hanger door went up. The formation walked in, the band played the Star Spangled Banner, and the soldiers sang a couple of songs. The patriotism in the room was strong and emotional. Matt and I made eye contact soon after his formation stood still, so right after the verbal release, we were able to embrace. It is a hug I won't forget for a long time. I couldn't believe we made it. He was safe and in my arms. Heaven.
The two greatest things about having him home:
1-no more worrying about getting the dreaded knock on the door
2-being able to hand over my kids to their dad
