To say that I was excited to have my husband coming home from Basic Training is the definition of an understatement. I can’t even tell you the range of emotions I felt as we made our way to see him turn blue and graduate. Excited, nervous, proud, ecstatic, scared, stressed- you name it I felt it over the three days of ceremony, seeing him, and returning home.
My husband is a soldier, not just any soldier he is an infantryman. It’s something I never thought I would say. I am so proud of all he has accomplished. He’s a changed man, I can certainly tell, but watching him in his element it’s so natural- like he was born to be a soldier.
It’s strange the many hats he wears now. In one regard he is a soldier, he defends our country, he is strong, unwavering and unemotional. But on the other he is a loving husband and the best father to our little girl. I was worried that being just five weeks old when he left and four months away she wouldn’t recognize him. But I should have known this is the baby that after a full day of not moving when I was pregnant would throw raves in my belly when he would speak. She was thrilled to have him back, she chatted with him, smiled at him and giggled. She looks around the room for him to make sure he hasn’t left. She is a daddy’s girl through and through. And I just love the smile on his face when he plays with her.
I wanted his homecoming to be special. I had the house decked out with signs. The front door and our bedroom (mostly for humor- he didn’t think it was that funny but I did!) I think he was just happy to be back together as a family, settling in to regular life.
It will take him a while, there are things he doesn’t quite remember how to do, like snap onesies. But he is now so confident, so strong, so solid. We had family over to celebrate his return. I went all out with the details- red white and blue to the nines. I know he appreciated not only the gesture but all of the hard work. It shows on his face as he scans a room or carries on a conversation. While it’s strange to have him back, it’s also the best feeling in the world. Like he never left. That we fit right back in as a team ready to work together to get the job done.
It’s true how the cliche goes- “some people never get to meet their heroes, I married mine.” It takes a special man to lay down their lives for other peoples. I’m so blessed to have him in our lives and defending us. Welcome home Mike- you’re the glue that ties us together and were so glad to be whole again.