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Comments (5) After 16 days in South Korea for my National Guard Annual Training, I’m home. I have a lot to write about and even more to think about from the trip, but jet lag is pounding my thoughts to mush.
I missed my boys more than I could have imagined. They’d grown so much in that short amount of time that I had to spend several minutes hugging each of them before their foreign bodies became familiar again. Zeke, my 18-month-old, spent the first fifteen minutes with me scowling. Over the last day or two, he’s slowly warming up to the idea that I’m back and that he doesn’t have to be mad at me for being gone. Bubba elaborated nonstop for the 45 minute drive home on the things I’d missed the last two weeks. At one point he paused and grabbed my hand murmuring, “I sure like you, Mom.” I think I’ll remember that moment forever.
Soldiering had its highlights, but I found the same idiotic active duty practices I left behind two years ago ring true today. Egos and locker room talk brought out a sarcastic side of me I hate to admit exists. I didn’t realize how much I missed being around women until I came home to a houseful of my girlfriends. Their welcome home party brought a much needed respite from my time outnumbered thirty males to one. Out of all of those males, Hubby still remains the only man I want to report to. I blushed when he picked me up from my unit remembering that this handsome linebacker was mine.
If anything, the trip confirmed for me that I don’t want to quit my day job anytime soon. I missed cooking breakfast and making lunches, sword fights and wrestling, and even winked at my front load washers, as that dreaded chore didn’t seem so harsh compared to other things I’d done while away. Wife and Mom have become two titles I yearn to epitomize. Absence from those roles rejuvenated my passion for them as my Army now consists of one handsome man and two adorable little boys. It’s good to be home.
Me, Hubby, and Moose Drool.
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