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.
My newsfeed on Facebook is buzzing with comments about this month. How is it November already, where has this year gone, they wonder.. Almost a dozen comments. And I’m over here like, it’s only November.
Does make me hope that some sort of nesting instinct kicks in soon. I met with my Doula earlier this week, and not even discussing my birth plan, in detail, made me realize that our baby boy will be here soon. Six weeks and some change is still plenty of time, right? I only have about half of my baby themed to-do list to go..
I have a basically untouched registry to complete, other things to buy, shelves to put up behind the changing table, a giant bunch of baby clothes to fold, hang or otherwise organize..
Today, however, is a slow day. I am enjoying the sun coming through the windows while it lasts and working on crocheted hats for a West Virginia Mountaineer fan. I better get to work on my list of things to do though, because it is November already, after all.
I went to college in Pomona, California.. home of my university, the best church I have ever been to (Pomona First Baptist) and the most random weather I have ever experienced, until today.
I woke up with frozen grass and clear skies. By mid-morning it was so windy and cold that Graham didn’t want to go outside. Clouds moved in and it rained for a while, then snowed for about an hour. Big fluffy snowflakes smashed against the window driving our cat Pandora half-crazy trying to “catch” them through the glass.
It’s now half way through the afternoon and the sunshine is blinding me through the front windows…not a cloud in the sky. It’s amazing. I really wish Graham’s vaccine series was finished because I would Love to go down to the little rocky shoreline here and let him wander around. It’s still way too cold outside, hovering in the mid-forties, but it’s nice to see the sun today.
Still searching for a gym, for a church that can rival Pomona’s…for a place I belong.