It has been 3 months since my Glenn left. We are just about half done with this deployment. Most of the time, it seems like it will be such a long time before he gets home, but I know my FIL is right when he says that 3 months is nothing. I guess time seems to be going pretty slowly lately; it seems like we have been stuck at the 3-month mark for a long time. However, I also know that when I go to message boards and read stories of wives whose husbands have left for 12 or 15 months, the relief that I am only a few months away from seeing my love is tremendous. I still can't, and maybe never will, fathom what it would be like to have Glenn away for a year or more. I hope I never have to find out.
I find that being able to see Glenn on the webcam, when he can get his hands on one, is really such a blessing, and there is nothing that makes me happier these days. Of course, there are other things that bring me great joy, like making our 6-month-old son laugh, or listening to (most of) the things our 2-year-old says these days or putting him to bed on the nights where, bless his heart, he is not screaming and crying from having his teeth brushed. But it is a different kind of joy than that which is manifested from being able to see their father and how he still looks the same, and seeing how he still smiles and laughs at the same old jokes I make.
What else can I say other than it's hard to wait for the day that he comes home? At this point I am once again unbelievably thankful that the wait is shorter rather than longer. However, that still doesn't make waiting easy, just a little easier.
