home.

well, breathe....he is HOME.

and what a sweet reunion it was. low-key. no pomp-&-circumstance. no screaming babies or oodling wives. just us. the airport. and a few other spouses. perfect. {not that i don't love babies or other wives, mind you...}

he is tired, but adjusting quite well to the crazy change in time-zone. i put him to work right away unloading our two PODS we stored all our household LIFE in over the past 12 months. we worked for almost 9 hours on Saturday unloading, carrying, packing, unpacking, lifting, arranging, settling. and ever-so-slowly, this tiny temporary apartment is beginning to see the signs of life, of home.

and we are adjusting, too. after i woke up with a strange man in my bed on saturday morning, i remember that he is home & that here starts the new life together. boy are we excited about it.

after 3 years of marriage spent 3 states apart, we are FINALLY together. a bit counter-cultural (albiet we-like-to-think Biblical), don't you think?

while he is adjusting to the wonders of American life again (ice cream! yummy food! attractive non-painted-in-pink cars! the english language!), i'm adjusting to having him around. and i'm finding little signs of his presence everywhere.

it is a good feeling. to have this deployment behind us. and the God-planned-life ahead.

"There will come a time when you think everything is finished. That will be the beginning."

- Louis L'Amour

Mr. L'Amour, my thoughts exactly.