Nine days

It's been a long time since I've written an "I miss my husband" post.  Kinda brings me back to those deployment days!  But alas, here I am again.  Missing my husband.

It's only been 9 days you guys.  Nine days since I've seen that handsome man.  

You'd think at some point I'd get used to it.  Truth is, I never do.

Although, every time I think about it, I'm always glad I don't get used to it.  I never want to be comfortable, be ok, be so... I don't know, accustomed to having him gone, that I'm "used to" it.

I love that every time my phone rings, and his name pops up, there's suddenly little butterflies floating around in my stomach.  I love that every time he's gone, I get the chance to miss him, to want him here so badly it hurts.  I love that every time I see him again after some time apart, it's like falling in love all over again.

Anybody who's ever had to spend time away from their spouse understands what I mean.  Can I get an, "Amen?" ;)

Around these parts, a common phrase I hear when wives are going through deployment is to tell them they'll "get used to it."  Should they though?  Should any of us?  In my opinion, no.  We absolutely shouldn't.

I understand it's a part of life.  Especially military life.  I knew what I was getting into when I married him, don't get me wrong.  It just doesn't make it any easier.  It still means lonely nights and meals eaten alone.  It still means weekends spent wanting to do things and not always having people to do those things with.  It still means wanting them here but knowing they can't be.

Those aren't things I want to get used to.

Who knows, maybe someday I won't feel this way.  Maybe someday I'll accept that Army comes first, family comes second.  But I seriously hope I don't.  I hope I always love him enough, miss him enough, to wish that he was coming home every.single.night instead of spending his time bunking with a bunch of other guys ;)

I don't know, maybe this is the "It's 1:30 in the morning-I'm tired and should probably be sleeping-but I miss my husband too much," me talking, but whatever, whoever it is.  I miss my husband!

And just because no good post talking him that hunk of mine is really complete unless there's a picture....