The obvious issue here is this deployment IS real, and has been real for exactly 16 days for us. Sixteen days that feel like 3 months already.
Last deployment, I had a care package and cards sent out by this time. This time, I find myself avoiding it. Soon I will send one out, but for now... it isn't real if I haven't mailed anything. At least that is what my brain is saying.
We have a basket set up, collecting artwork and things that the kids want to send to dad. I have my boxes, tape, and labels that I need. I just don't have to guts to put it all together and mail it. I am afraid I will have a breakdown at the post office. Then what kind of a nut will I look like? By the way, it wouldn't be the first breakdown I have had at a post office.
During the last deployment, I met a lady in the post office while standing in line. As we began chatting, I realized she was the "hug lady". My husband had told me all about her. She volunteers on post and is at every deployment to hug the soldiers as they board the plane. Her simple action really makes an impression on the soldiers. I know it meant a lot to my husband. Anyhow, long story short, realizing who she was, I attempted to tell her thank you. Instead I ended up a blubbering fool in the line at the post office. Funny thing is, I got a hug too. :) While I appreciated the hug, I would like to avoid any future public displays of emotion. (a.k.a. Reasons to classify me as mental)
Soon I will make my way to the post office, care package in hand. Packed full of love and warmth from home, and goodies to brighten my husband's long days in Iraq; that box will carry with it the first of the tiny shards of my heart that I have left. Each box that follows will carry their own shards, until he returns and brings my heart back to me, full and complete.
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