Military Wives

Last night, my husband, who is currently working 56 hours a week, getting up at 3am 3 days a week, and going to school two nights a week, got home at 10. When we finally got to be at 11, I wanted to complain that I never get to see him, I wanted to be frustrated and mad that we spend so little time together, but then I remembered, there was a time not so long ago that I’d went 10 months without seeing his face, without touching his skin. It hurts just thinking about it.

here we are in 2005

No one can relate to me unless they have been through a deployment. Doing boudoir, almost 50% of my clients are military wives with a deployed spouse. I look at them and I remember all that hurt, I just want to scoop them up in my arms and tell them its going to be okay.

I’m not the only woman in the family who fell for a man in uniform, this is my grandma and grandpa

I’m even more fulfilled when I find out how happy they are with their session and how excited they are to send the book to their husbands

It really gives you something to look forward too, and getting it shipped off and knowing its on its way is a little milestone closer to that day that he gets home. I promise it will be soon.

I used to measure Jeremy’s deployment time by the next holiday, I’d think “If I can only get past Christmas, then just a few more months”, “first comes Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then New Year, then Valentines day, and we’re practically there! Just three more months after that and he’ll be home”. I remember how my heart felt torn and empty, like a huge hole in my chest, I was like a machine, each day going through the motions waiting to be alive again.

Just keep moving forward, there will be days when you wonder if it will be like this forever, but it won’t. He’ll come home.