Thursday, September 9, 2010

Day 2...

Last night was a rough, sleepless night for me. I was pleased, however, to wake up and see that my husband was able to post a picture stating he had safely landed in Ireland (so cute, he wrote it on a piece of paper and took a picture). Now if I could find out if they've safely made it to Afghanistan. I just want some kind of communication - text message, IM, phone call, I don't care. Something. I miss him terribly already...but oddly enough, having just done 6 months of MP schooling where I didn't hear from him for weeks, I feel like I'm coping with this pretty well (as well as expected with this being "my first deployment").

This morning, I was walking out of the bathroom and Noah was holding a picture of his "Dada" (I put pictures in a water-proof, flexible frame so he could carry it with him wherever, and they are magnetic). Noah remembered blowing kisses to Dada and saying bye to him yesterday. Well, my baby boy was doing that to Dada's picture today and it threw a wirlwind of emotions through me...

Everyone tells me "You have to be strong for Noah". Agreed, and I am strong for him because I know he's going through this, too. BUT, that little not-even-two-year-old has no idea how lucky I AM to have him. I need him just as much as he needs me, if not more. He fills my long days, he warms my heart, and I love him. He also reminds me that it's ok to miss "Dada" and shed some tears but that I must be strong and trust that God will protect him - after all...all of our lives are in God's hands.

Today started my "365 days of deployment" album. I'm taking at least one picture a day of Noah and by the time Adam comes home, he'll have the actual picture I sent him down range...but he'll have an album of everyday that "Dada" was gone.

That's all for tonight.

Lord, please keep my husband safe.


  1. I'm sobbing. I love you. All three. Praying for you.

  2. I love you, too. Thank you for the prayers - they need it over there <3