
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!
