It was 8 months of waiting and waiting and waiting. Most days, I did ok. Then there were the days that I thought I'd just never be able to make it through another minute of deployment. Those are the ones I remember most. The worst moment? Having someone ring your doorbell thinking they're here to tell you your husband isn't coming home. Thankfully, it was just a package being dropped off. Nonetheless, I was in total meltdown mode after that moment. His homecoming couldn't come fast enough. Looking back, there are so many things I would have done different. I feel like I planned so long for the homecoming, but when it came down to it, I still felt rushed!
Anyhow, the sign was made, the banner was hung, the beer cake was made, and the dress was on. It was time to go! I felt a little silly showering and getting ready at 9 at night, but with homecoming ceremonies, you never know when they'll be. I got my first text from him in 8 months at 11:00, and from that moment on, it was a flood of tears. I don't think they stopped until well after the ceremony was over.
At 2:00 am, it was finally time. I searched in a sea of multi-cam, sure I was never going to find him. And then I did. There he was, right in front of me. I shoved people out of the way (sorry, people!) just to get to him and be back in his arms. In a matter of seconds, my world was right again. Completely perfect in every single way. My husband was home, he was safe, and I no longer had to worry about him.
It was everything I imagined and more. I'm so thankful for all these pictures that document one of the best days of my life. They capture the emotions I felt so perfectly, and I'll forever be grateful for them :)
Awww so happy!
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