Probably one of the hardest things about deployments is being separated for memorable occasions and milestones. Over the course of our 4.5 years together we’ve been apart for numerous holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, promotions, you name it. When we got married in October 2010, we knew that our first year of marriage would be rough as he would be overseas for Christmas, New Years, Valentine’s Day, Easter, Memorial Day, and all the other holidays in between that result in 3 day weekends or fun celebrations. This deployment is basically a repeat of the last one, so now we are missing all those same ones for the 2nd year in a row, and our year of “firsts” won’t be until our 3rd year of marriage.
Some who read this may quickly counter by saying something along the lines of “that’s what you signed up for” or “you knew what you were getting into” (ps please don’t ever say that or these to me, I hate it) …and I suppose that is true to a degree, but by no means does it make it any easier to be half a world away from the one you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with. There really is no way to sugar coat it. It sucks and not much can really make you feel better. You deal with it, wipe away the tears & put on a smile, and pretend like it doesn’t bother you…that’s what I do at least. Have I fooled you?
So another Valentine’s day alone comes and goes. It’s a holiday I think is overrated, but doesn’t lessen the fact that I still wish my husand were here for it. While others celebrate with fancy meals and a romantic night, I’ll workout, eat boiled eggs for dinner, ‘enjoy’ sloppy kisses from my dog, and daydream of our life when he’s finally home to be a part of it. Valentine’s day…meh.