This past weekend, I did one of the hardest things I have ever done. You see this little “army brat” all dressed up in his daddy’s gear – pretending to be a soldier?
Early Sunday morning we dropped him off and he shipped out to put on a uniform of his very own.
His fiance came along to see him off as well.
His brother – and best friend.
I know I look like I am holding it together just fine, but we had just arrived and it wasn’t time for him to leave yet.
I have to say, I have sent my husband off and said goodbye to him more times that I can count. Off to training, off to Korea, off to Bosnia, off to Iraq (again and again), off to Afghanistan and more.
But this “Goodbye” was the hardest one I think I have ever done. It ripped my heart out, and I was utterly worthless the rest of the day.
So now I’m not just an “Army Wife” but I’m an “Army Mom.” I don’t know which is harder.