That's what being a military wife is. It's hard, it's painful, it's a life of sacrifices. It's having conversations that you don't want to have. It's wondering if you will have the chance to grow old with your beloved husband. It's hoping against hope that everything will turn out alright after all. It's soaking him up every minute that you can, because you're afraid those minutes are numbered.
I try not to think about deployments. The word makes me sick to my stomach. It fills me with dread and sadness. The thought of anything ever happening to my husband just brings tears to my eyes. I don't know how I could survive without him. I don't think I would want to. What would I tell our children? How could I sleep in our empty bed night after night? To lose your best friend, soulmate, other half, it must be an unbearable pain and emptiness. All I can do is love him now. And pray that he will be protected and come home safely to me in the end.