I've kind of forgotten what I felt like when Nate was gone. And as I was driving to work today listening to the radio and the patriotic songs, I teared up thinking about that period in my life. It's strange to think that just a year ago I was preparing to come home for Thanksgiving to plan a wedding with my fiance overseas. Now we're living in the same house, married, following similar schedules in the same timezone.
Our first picture in his uniform and the only one in his blues. On Feb. 14 for a military wedding.
It's interesting to reminisce on those 8 months and to think how little I really had to experience in comparison to what other men and women experience during a deployment to a war zone. But it was still really nice for my husband to say thank you to me. Sitting at dinner talking about those months and having him say thanks and that I did have to go through something more than most people go through. I shouldn't diminish my experiences even though they were minor compared to some.
Early in the morning, 4:30 am on Sept. 4th, on our drive to Omaha for deployment. Lincoln is only 45 minutes away but it was the shortest 45 minutes ever.
That time taught me so much about myself and our relationship. We grew up a lot in those months.
The boys. Right before walking through security. I only wish I had taken a picture of them when they got home. But they all looked so cute (and tired) lined up.
What's bizarre is the lack of recognition Nate wants for his service. He hates it when I tell anyway he's in the military and especially that he served overseas. It's kind of cute, kind of weird, but mostly I respect that. One of the things I love about him. : )
The day he came back. : ) To be honest, I thought it'd be more emotional. Maybe I'm a weirdo. It is nice to have him back though. We had a lot of fun touring the capital again and enjoying some Doozy's.
And of course he slept, a lot, because he was so exhausted. And I studied because I had to. He might kill me for this picture (not that he reads my blog anyway).
Happy Veterans Day. To those who've served their country and to those who served to the fullest extent, thank you. To those who've supported them the entire way, thank you. To my husband, thanks a million. To our best friend Mark, thank you.
I remember sewing the patches for his new rank on his uniforms. It made me feel like I'd be a good military wife. And kind of annoyed that I had to do it on such sort notice.
Oh Mark. He holds a special place in my heart. Probably because he lets me hang out with him and Nate at Old Chicago and because he'll be our first Nebraska house guest. : )
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