There goes my hero

watch him as he goes

There goes my hero

he's ordinary

ASHLEY, COMMANDING OFFICER AND TOMATO, THE HUBS.

Together, at last.

May 15, 2011: My husband and I started two separate journeys, together.

January 15, 2012: Exactly 8 months later, our worlds reunited again.

I can't begin to express the feeling of sheer joy that you feel when you touch the person you love after 8 months. It's almost worth the separation in the first place...almost.

When you touch that person again, it's like the weight of the world has been lifted from your shoulders. All the tears that you should have cried during the deployment flow down your cheeks in the seconds he walks toward you. It feels like your wedding day all over again, and oddly enough, people treat it as such.

There's something nostalgic and redeeming about homecoming. Your life for the past 8 months literally flashes before your eyes. When he's in the car beside you, you can't imagine that he hasn't been there the entire time. It's insane. You feel blind, because all you want or care to do is just to touch his face, hold his hand, close your eyes and breathe him in. The silly part is, he's doing the same thing...but you can't tell. There is only you and him, him and you...together again. Together at last.

I can't relate to you all the emotional whirlwind the past two days has taken me on. Two days ago around noon I was waiting in a hangar with my photographer/new found friend shooting the breeze and waiting for a bus I thought would never come. I wasn't excited. I spent the night with a friend in Jacksonville the night before, it was great catching up. Before I left she said to me, "I don't know how you're containing yourself so well right now." My reply was, "I'm just not excited yet. So many things could still happen." It wasn't until he started walking toward me that my heart stopped.

I cannot stress to you enough how important it is to love the one your with. Every minute of everyday. Don't take for granted the hand that holds yours. Hold your tongue when it's necessary and just love each other. Love each other with everything you have. Forgive. Now, I may forget some of these things a long the way. However, I can promise you that I won't forget what it feels like to know my husband is safe, alive, and that he loves me.

Here's a glimpse into the emotion of the day. Thank you to my photographer Rachel Rouch. I can't believe how awesome, flexible, understanding and fun you are. You will definitely go highly recommended.

That's what I'll leave you with.

ZERO, THE DRAGON.

He remembered his daddy. Of course he did.

Here's proof, and also a recording of their much anticipated reunion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OqvkDo2llw&feature=youtu.be

THANK YOU.

I can't express enough how thankful I am for those that have stood behind me.

I can't imagine what my life would have been like without my friends and family.

Thank you for holding my hand, keeping me sane and pep talking me through these past 8 months.

Thanks be to God for giving me my Marine back in one piece, for keeping me well and alive to see him again, and for the abundance of blessings you have bestowed upon us.

Song of the Day

My Hero by The Foo Fighters