Three Weeks

January 26, 2009

So this weekend I got my husband back.

Shortly before Christmas, Mike and I learned that he would be leaving in early January for a three week EMT course in Millington, Tennessee as part of his Army Reserve training. Having served in Iraq as a Medic with an infantry unit, Mike had received his EMT certification once before, but had since allowed it to expire not knowing he would be signing up for the Reserves one day. (Funny how meeting the person you’re going to marry can change things like that…)

When Mike told me the news, I had a mixture of emotions: On one hand, I was ECSTATIC that the Army had finally pulled his orders together so that he could actually go and get this done. He had been attempting to receive this re-certification for some time now, knowing that having it would allow him to teach and train other Army medics. Yet the other part of me (which I have to admit was the much larger part) was distrubed by the idea of my husband of less than two months leaving me for three weeks. Either way, I knew that how I felt would not change the outcome and that this three weeks apart was just something we would have to endure.

So only two days into the New Year, we said goodbye at 5:30am at the Milwaukee airport and I went home to go back to bed. The next weeks proved to be quite lonely and I didn’t get nearly as much done as I had planned in the absence of my husband. The dogs drove me nuts, wanting to go outside, then back in, then back out…so on and so on. If you have a dog, you can probably relate. Luckily, we only got one big snow while he was gone which allowed me to play “man of the house” with the snowblower.

Overtime, I realized that God had a purpose for us during this time apart…as He always does. Halfway into the first week, I was driving home from work, pouting because I knew there was no one to cook dinner for at home. Then it hit me: spouses of deployed military personnel do this for twelve, sometimes eighteen, months at a time. And not only do they deal with the simple fact that their loved one is not there, they also have the knowledge that he or she may be in great danger while away from home. How do they do it? And maybe my situation wasn’t as bad as I had thought. That’s when I realized that God was trying to teach me something.

So now I have my Mike home and it is wonderful. But God is not done teaching. I am completely and utterly blown away at the amount of love you can have for a person. Before we were married, I would often be told by those older and wiser than me, “Marriage just gets better. You’ll learn more about yourself and the other person everyday.” And let me tell you: they were right. I love Mike more now than the day I married him. I love him more than the day I dropped him off at the airport. I love him more today than I did when I picked him up from the airport. I never really believed that loving someone (who didn’t have four legs and a tail, that is) could come so naturally, so easy. I never believed that a person THIS PERFECT for me existed. I am so glad I was wrong.


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