The boys and I went through our days without any major tragedies. There was the head-first dive off the couch, and the attack of the fire ants, but we made it through. I took full advantage of the e-mail that my husband has access to while underway, and filled him in on our daily routine. Mealtimes were easy, because I only really had to cook for me. The kids are easy.
Then something happened that threw a wrench in the whole business. Something I never could have imagined EVER.
He came home early. Not home for good, but home. It blew my mind! I had found my brave face, was proud of myself for not crying every day, and had (so far) conquered my worst fear. I could do this! I guess I am meant to be a military wife.
As we sat eating a family dinner, I looked at this man that I've known and loved for half my life. What is he doing here? Don't get me wrong. I love to take the kids as a family and go eat. We talk about our day, about the music playing, remind them to chew and only try to fit one bite at a time in their mouths. We generally, during a family meal, don't have an opportunity to gaze across the table romantically like in days past.
This time I gazed, though in a different way. It was really like an alien was sitting across from me. My husband shouldn't have been here for WEEKS still. I successfully programmed my brain, I guess, to go ahead and do what I had to do. To be a married single mom for x amount of time until he was back in port. To find my brave face, put it on, suck it up and deal.
I did enjoy the unexpected visit. It was nice to have a goodnight kiss and snuggle. It was great to see the kids romping on Daddy. It was so much FUN to laugh and play and horse around as a family. This unexpected gift was taken full advantage of, once the shock wore off.
What a strange, strange life we live. It's no wonder our friends and families don't get it.