I woke up this morning with a serious case of Christmas Blues. It has been a really rough year for me, not even counting the deployment, so Christmas cheer has been sadly lacking in my heart this year. And the 5 delays to bring Corey home definately haven’t helped that, either! To have him so close in time, if not in miles, and yet still missing Christmas is so hard on our whole family. Until yesterday morning, when he was delayed yet again, I started to believe that he would be home with us in time, and I started to let myself get excited about it, breaking the cardinal rule of Army Wifedom. NEVER let yourself get excited until you hear that they are wheels up because something ALWAYS happens. I should know that better than anyone, considering my own time as a soldier! Especially since, as my friend Carol says, if I didn’t have bad luck, I would have no luck at all!
All I wanted, more than anything, is a hug. I just want to feel his arms around me. I want to feel safe, and loved, and whole again. That’s it. But no matter how much it sucks to not have him here, I am grateful. Grateful because he IS coming home, when so many don’t get to. Grateful that we have our family, and that our lives could be so much worse. So, while it kinda sucks, it isn’t the end of the world and, with luck, by 0700 on Boxing Day, my Soldier Daddy will be with me again.