It’s been three weeks since he left. The days fly by but the weeks are creeping. In all the years with all the TDY’s and deployments this will be our first Thanksgiving apart in eighteen years.
We aren’t really big Thanksgiving celebrators (if that’s what you call it). For years we didn’t even cook a turkey, we had pizza.
When we lived in West Virginia our Thanksgiving pizza tradition was replaced with a Thanksgiving hunting tradition. We won’t be hunting this year as I have no desired to clean a deer by myself.
I think my boys are bummed about it, but they have a good idea in spite of it all.
I’m proud of my boys. They’ve all stepped up in one way or another. I know this is hard on them, really hard.
They miss their dad.
My husband has been deployed to the Middle East for 274 days. These are my real thoughts expressing my heart during his absence. I appreciate your prayers and kind words as we cope, adapt, and carry on without him until August 2014. To read from the beginning, click here.