The girls and I dropped Kelly off at the airport today. We left church right after the sermon, grabbed some lunch (at Taco Banana as Taco Cabana is known in our family), and headed to the airport. He had to be there plenty early as he had all sorts of special equipment to get through security. And, surprise, surprise, I managed to do it without crying.
I tried to remind myself all weekend that he was only going to be gone 2 weeks. Women whose husbands are in the military are without them for months at a time. (In our 5 years in the Air Force, only once was he gone for more than a week, and that was to tech school, when Kora was 4 months old.) And Kelly is going to be in Colorado Springs, not getting shot at in Iraq. This tactic is managing to make me feel very silly and foolish, but not doing so much to comfort me. Hmmm, maybe a change in tactic is needed?
Honestly, it doesn't help much that he is going to the mountains, leaving me here in hot, muggy San Antonio. And he is going to see our friends the Prathers, and their new baby girl. While I am left here to deal with 5 kids, schooling, morning sickness, and possibly Hurricane Dean. :) But I'm not bitter about it, really. ;)
Seriously though, I am going to miss him very much. I know I often fall into the rut of taking those around me for granted. So I am sure the next two weeks will remind me often of what I have in him.
On to more practical matters, does anyone have any good movie suggestions for me while I am marking off the days until my husband gets home?