Waiting, and waiting, hurry up! No wait....

That's been our life the last 2 weeks. We're waiting patiently for my husbands flight date. Along with that trusting God that we'll get to go home so he can say goodbye to his family before he heads out on his 3 month deployment. I can't even begin to explain how much back and forth has taken place over the last 2 weeks. Hurry up and clear so you can leave, wait, it it takes 2 weeks to get your uniform, nope scratch that let's try everything humanly possible to get the uniform within a week, you can go home on leave, now you can't, your flying out Monday, wait no your not, wait now you might be...that is part of what's been going on for the hubs. Exhausted? He sure is. He's carrying a weight around not knowing if he can go home, it's all he wants. To relax at his parents, have a date night with his wife, tuck his girls into bed with the promise he'll be there in the morning (and not working),have coffee with his dad in the morning...the little things we so often don't see as important. As I type I wait for the decision of whether or not to we have to say goodbye to him come Monday. Or he may not leave till just after Easter. So I trust and wait. There's no point in getting upset, sad, irrational, depressed, and so on. For now my husband is home. Unfortunately I did eat almost a half a bag of Cheetos-yikes! Oh they were soo good!
His uniforms he was waiting on came in, he's wearing them, he sure does look handsome in them.
Everyday the girls watch their daddy lace up his boots, put his jacket on, hat, and kiss him hello/goodbye. It's part of our routine; moms in the kitchen and daddy's off to work. Especially Lydia, so of course my heart just ached earlier this week as I passed the kitchen and saw Lydia in her daddy's arms. Her little arms around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder and tears on my husbands face. Savoring that sweet innocent hug. Smelling her sweet baby hair, holding tight to that innocent moment. For a few months he'll not have those welcoming arms, his girls' squeals welcoming him home, his wife's growing belly now in the way for hugs. BUT, there's a big BUT! It's okay! This is the life we live, this is Jake's job, he chose it, and we support it. We will be here waiting with open arms, with squeals, and tears when he comes home. And it will be GOOD! So we continue to pray. We continue to thank God for what he has given us. You know what's so cool? God has given us what we need and what we can handle. And what we don't have it's cause we don't need it!
Through this short deployment the girls and I are going to learn to rely on our Father in heaven for comfort, the girls will have to learn to only depend on mommy, and to follow daddy's poster board of "daddy's rules." :) Just cause he isn't here doesn't mean his presence won't be. If they question momma or don't know what to do we'll look at daddy's poster. I will learn patience and I won't be so rushing. I will have to load those girls in and out of the car by myself, the groceries, the trash cans, possibly an oil change, growing belly and all. Through it all I will try my hardest to have a smile on my face. Heaven knows there are other Army, Marine, Navy, Coast Guard, and Air Force wives who have faced a worse situation than lil ole me :). My world, our girls lives aren't ending because dad's leaving, I won't allow those negative and depressing ideas/emotions into our lives. I'm sure I will have a few low days, I'm sure we might watch a little too much tv, and that's ok. Between physical therapy, dance class, play dates, bible study, dr appointments, walks to the park, and all the other stuff we are going to be busy.
I'm done sharing my thoughts on all this hurry up and wait only to say goodbye stuff...I feel better now. It's time to close my eyes and rest while my girls are. I think I'll go snuggle with the skinny little leotard wearing daughter if mine who is napping in my bed. :)
Happy Thursday.
I love him soo much!