I think this may be a very obvious statement, but this
weekend was by far one of the hardest and most emotional few days I have ever experienced. I wrote in the first post how it seemed like there was nothing I could
do to prepare myself for Aaron’s deployment, no matter how hard I tried. It’s
kind of like taking your first test in a really hard class, with no study
guide. No matter how hard you study, you
have no idea what to expect. The few days before we left for Crestview my
nerves got the best of me. I was constantly sick to my stomach and my nights
were sleepless. On Friday I wasn’t really sure how to feel. I was overly
excited to see Aaron, but I knew what Saturday had in store for us. I thought
maybe if I refused to pack then I couldn’t go, which meant he couldn’t leave,
right? Or maybe we could just run away. It all sounded good to me…it sounded
more like going to jail for him. So, once again the Army won. Aaron was
released shortly after we arrived on Friday afternoon so we were able to spend
the rest of the day together. He has always had this awesome way of making me
laugh and smile even when I didn’t feel like it and this weekend was no
exception. Friday night was also no exception to my sleepless nights, I think I
racked up maybe three hours of sleep.
The day had finally come. The one
day I had been dreading for the past year was here and there was nothing I
could do to stop it. As I was lying in bed I started to think about the past
two years of our relationship. It started off great, got pretty rocky and has
been more than I could wish for the past several months. It took us both
realizing what was up ahead. We decided that we didn’t have time to argue over
the stupid stuff or focus on the negative. Instead we focused all of our
attention on the love we had for each other and keeping our relationship
centered on Christ. Of course we had our arguments over the major issues and at
times I probably pouted more than I should have. If anyone ever tells me they
have the perfect relationship with no arguments I tend to giggle…sounds like a
boring relationship to me and they are probably in for a rude awakening when
they get married. But hey, that isn’t my business. Anyway, I couldn’t even
begin to think about not having my man around and being able to jump in my car and
drive to Starke to see him. Honestly, I still haven’t let myself think too much
about that, and I haven’t figured out if that is a good or bad thing. I finally
forced myself out of the bed and got ready and headed off to the departing
ceremony. The day was such an emotional rollercoaster. One minute I was crying
then, the next, Aaron had me dying laughing. Every second I could be attached
to him, I was. I decided not to pay attention to the time; I didn’t want to
know the hours were counting down. But,
against my will, the time came. It was
time to say goodbye. He said his
goodbyes to his family and we walked to the door. I didn’t really know how to feel. I have
become so used to saying goodbye for weeks and a few months at a time, but this
was different. I knew in my heart that it would be a year before I got to hug
him again, but I didn’t want to accept it and I still don’t. I knew I had to
let him go. I looked up at those big green eyes full of tears (don’t tell him I
told), told him how much I loved him and simply asked for him to please come
home. He promised, gave me one more kiss and then he was gone. I just stood
there taking in all that was going on around me. I looked to my left were
another girlfriend wouldn’t let go of her soldier as they both stood there
crying. Beside them was a little girl screaming for her daddy. Little boys were
being peeled off their daddy’s legs. Others were giving their final kisses.
Mother’s were fighting back tears and staying strong as they had to hold back their
children from running after their daddy. Parents and grandparents were holding
on as long as they could. Grown men, the strongest men I have ever seen, were
wiping tears from their eyes as they turned and walked away from their
families. The next few minutes were a blur. We walked to the side of the road
waving our flags as I watched his bus drive away. I just wanted to chase after
him and beg him not to leave, but I know he is finally getting to do what he
has always wanted to do and I would never ask him not to do something he is so
passionate about. So I just ran to the Jeep, buried my head in my arms and cried like a little baby. I have had my moments, but I have tried to keep my thoughts positive and stay strong for Aaron, because I can't even imagine what he is going through right now!
Things Aaron said not to do while
he was away:
1.
Do NOT cut your hair!
2.
Don’t die it weird colors or paint your nails
black.
3.
Don’t get skin cancer from lying out too much.
I simply requested that he just come home! I guess I am
trusted with everything except my hair and skin…haha!
I couldn’t have made it through
this weekend without my wonderful mother. She was right by my side every second. She, Melissa and Mrs. Lisa even joined me in
drowning my sorrows with ice cream! It didn’t
really help. I was overwhelmed by the love
and support people have shown us through text and Facebook. You all will never
know how much that means to me. Of course my father and family have done an amazing
job keeping me happy. I have been able to facetime with Aaron the past few
nights, but, we won’t know until next week if we can talk while he is training
in the dessert before they go overseas. So, right now I just take it one day at
a time. It’s one day closer to him being home. Until next time, keep God first, remember to
always tell the ones around you that you love them, stop fighting about petty
things, and don’t let the sun set on your troubles.