My chest hurt.
My heart raised.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't talk for fear of crying. I had promised myself I wouldn't cry. I would be strong for him, our children, and his parents.
It was hard.
The months he spent away were very difficult. Especially the night we were Skyping and his compound came under attack. There are no words to describe that feeling.
We prayed and prayed and prayed.
Then one night at 1am, he called me and told me he had just landed in Bangor, Maine. What relief that brought! I could breathe a little easier.
The best moment of all.....being reunited at the same airport where months earlier, I was filled with anxiety and fear. I no longer had lingering fears of his safety. He was back in my arms, back with our family, back where he belonged. The relief that comes with holding your Soldier for the first time after war.....well, there's no words for that either. The tears come. The praises for God's provision come. The thankfulness. It's all overwhelming.
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