I can feel it welling up. Like a ball of sadness or anticipation or something in my throat. It’s been building for the last few weeks, didn’t hit me until last Sunday.
The pit of my stomach is uneasy. This is goodbye. Just for now, but still goodbye. He won’t be the same the next time I see him. He’ll be buffer, prouder, more disciplined, and different. I will love him anyways. I love him always, unconditionally. I love him for the sacrifices he’s making for our family and our country.
Ten weeks from now, we’ll reunite, albeit briefly, to celebrate his graduation from Basic Combat Training. I wonder, will our little girl run up to him? Or will she still need to be carried because her legs are wobbly?
And then he’ll be off again. More training. At least then we can talk to eachother. Call. Skype. None of that is allowed during BCT, so we’ll have to survive on letters and love. It will be easier for the WeeSheBeast to remember her daddy with video calling, I hope.
I wonder how she’ll take it. I wonder how I’ll take it. I wonder how he’ll take it.
I do know, however, that it will be amazing. That our lives will be better. And that I’ll be counting the days until I get to hold my soldier again.
Until then, I guess I’m saying goodbye to my soldier, just for now.