The man of the house has finally returned. After more than a month of playing the lonely military wife, I have a break and I’m so glad. Benji has been more than willing to relinquish his spot as Acting-Man-of-the-House and I have been more than willing to relinquish the other side of the bed.
We spend a fair amount of time apart as a military family, but for some reason you don’t ever really get used to it. Yes, you learn to deal with it, comparatively. But accept it and form a normal life around it? I don’t think that ever happens. Granted, I haven’t been separated longer than four months at a time, it’s possible that a longer separation would create some kind of normalcy within the situation.
I’ve tried pin-pointing what makes the separation so hard, so that I can better prepare for the next one; and yet, each separation is so different in its own right that the challenges change each time. For now, we are just happy to have Daddy back and we will enjoy him while he’s here, however long that may be.
“I’m so glad when Daddy comes home! Glad as I can be!”