Keeping Our Spirits High and Our Pants Low

        Each day brings news of changing plans. We now have 72 hours left before saying goodbye to Matt, but won't even see him again till tomorrow night. Our time together will consist of the kids and I tagging along to his briefings and waiting in the van since he has appointments up until the moment he leaves. The good news...it will keep our minds busy keeping up with such a schedule. The bad news...the time will go by so much faster this way. To be honest I'm really numb about it right now because I know if I let myself feel, the emotions will be overwhelming and we don't have the time for that right now. It's always the same...I'm sure most military wives will agree....You keep the emotion down and the smile in place (put on a brave face) till the moment you are separated. Then as you realize that you're gazing at each other for the last time in what feels like forever the tears can not be held back. The children are crying all around for their fathers the wives are holding their babies tighter than ever since it's their tie to their Airman. Everyone is sobbing, we give each other our privacy to grieve and then embrace each other...We know our journey has finally begun. We are now alone at night, in a place not called home, surrounded by strangers that have to become family. In that instant we are single mothers and don't go a night without worrying...about our husbands and about how our children are hurting and have no idea how, why, or when it will be over. I'm know this all to well now with 2 deployments down, 1 about to begin, and at least 2 more to go (that's if he gets out in 5 years if not we have at least 6 more to go). I will be strong for you Matt and for our children because you have no choice but to be strong for us and I know you have it worse. My heart will ache every moment of everyday, but I will suffer with a smile because you are so strong and brave for what you do that you deserve someone to lean on.


After all of that, hopefully this will make you smile....
        Sara and I are chatting away in the car about this place back home called New Town. The conversation continued to roll as we got the kids out and organized. Each time we go anywhere Maci is in her car seat and then put into the shopping cart. The boys are instructed to hold hands. Ben on the end, since he's the smallest and lags behind a bit. Aiden in the middle, because he hates to hold my hand, and Vince holding my hand, well because he's a Momma's boy. Sara was carrying Maci. I had all the boys in order. All was well as we headed towards The Wal-Mart entrance. Vincent keeps repeating something to me, but I'm so deep in conversation it's hard to tune into what he's saying. If you've spent much time with a 3 year old, they often repeat things for no apparent reason, thus you might become complacent. Each time Vince yanks on my hand he mumbles something about his pants. I respond, "Yes, your pants Vince." and continue my conversation. Then he does it again, "Yes, you have nice pants." I respond quickly again. This dance continues across the entire parking lot until I notice people starring and laughing. If you know me very well at all I was getting ready to say something to the onlookers when Vincent says very sternly, "MA! My Pants MA!" I finally stop at the door, look down,  Sara and I burst into laughter. The kind that makes you cry. This whole time I had been dragging him around, oblivious to the fact that Vince's pants had fallen to his ankles and was waddling like a penguin trying to keep up and all of the world was there to witness it!