I’ve got a husband at work and a baby dreaming in his carseat at my feet. Day one of dropping the sailor off at work, complete. In hindsight, getting a second car before having a baby would have been nice.. but it is no way a necessity.
My Mom always said I got my “get up and go” from my Dad. Sure enough, when the bumble butt started fussing to eat at 4:30am, I was pretty much ready to leave the house thirty minutes after. It is a simple attribute that I heavily relied on during my college years, and will likely need the next few weeks as well.
So remind me, in a few days or a week or so, when my eyes are bleary from lack of sleep (and a wonky sleep schedule at that), that I sort of enjoy early mornings. That the sun rising over a mountain range can be a beautiful thing, and that it’s much easier to navigate the city when there are only a few dozen cars on the road. To be thankful for the small amount of time I have my husband’s attention each morning; to be able to talk about all those random dream-thoughts, future plans and what not.
I am sure at some point I will be too tired to remember the good.
The Stennis finally pulled into its (her?) home port yesterday afternooon. And while my sailor has been home a little over a week, there was a sense of finality knowing his ship is home too. I grew up the daughter of a top-sider, and life married to a man considered ship’s company is much different. Wherever the ship goes, he goes, and it has spent a lot of time away lately.
It is easy to get sucked into a negative frame of mind. The game of if/then is effortless, but rarely offers much comfort. Even now that he is home, I have caught myself thinking if he had never left……blah. It doesn’t do any good.
I consider us lucky because of our timing arriving here, he wasn’t on the whole 2011-2012 deployment as well. He joined the ship when they were six weeks out; when others aboard had been gone for six months at that point.
I consider us lucky that the sailor is “stuck” on the Stennis a few more years.. That we aren’t like several people he has mentioned, just getting back from an eight month deployment and transferring to a ship just getting underway for their deployment. I don’t want to imagine how hard three back to back deployments would be.
I consider us lucky that our son was immediately comfortable in my husband’s arms, and that they have carried on as if they were never separated. That all cries except the “I am certain I am starving” cry are (fairly) quickly and easily solved by someone other than me. He may have been gone fifteen of the last twenty months. He may only have just met our son. And he may have gotten pooped on today, but he his home.
It is nice. The sun is shining and life is good.