Well this morning was it ... day one of 213 days of distance between me and my future husband Brian, aka "Sailor", aka "Mr. Wonderful". As I stood at the pier's edge and watched the lines being pulled in, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with pride. I was beholding the "world's greatest Navy" prepare for battle. The ship seemed so majestic like a toy with new batteries, only much, much bigger. The sailors were all running about, performing last minute duties with such fluency, as if they had perfected their motions long ago and it is was merely second nature. This was the moment they had been preparing for and dreading for months now.
You know, you really don't understand the sacrifice of a military family until you see a deployed father stare into the eyes of his wife and gaze upon his children with a broken heart. It is like witnessing a warrior melt, even Brian fought to hold back tears more than once. I held up pretty good until I realized the tug was actually pulling the boat away... then I cried. I felt my heart leaving me and heading deep into the Atlantic. I know that Brian and I have it much easier than those with children, but seeing him getting smaller and smaller as the boat pulled farther and farther away simply brought the distance and length of time at the forefront of my perspective.
While he is gone we are both committed to a positive journey, growing individually and together even though we are thousands of miles apart. This blog is for our journey.... Bon Voyage to us both.
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