My Marine.

My Marine is currently deployed. I remember watching him pack as I laid on the couch, the reality of everything not really sinking in. After we said goodbye and gave one last hug and one last kiss for an unknown time to come I watched him walk away, turning to give me that smile that can fix everything. How I drove home remains a mystery because my eyes were filled with tears. But we've made it almost 3 months. Missing him gets easier everyday because it brings me one day closer to see him again. Everytime the phone rings, my heart drops to the floor hoping that it will be him on the other end if only for a minute. Everytime I hear any of our songs, I usually end up in tears, thinking about all the times we would sing out loud off tune, and Gage would yell, "DAD, STOP" and we would laugh so hard. No matter how many pillows I pile on his side of the bed, it doesn't feel the same without him. My Marine is also my husband, my best friend, and the father of my boys, Gage and Jett. He's in our every thought and every prayer. When he comes home he'll be able to read this and know what kind of trouble his boys have been getting into. He'll know how much we've missed him and how excited we are planning his homecoming. We are so proud of him and all that he does. While he and other military men and women like him work long hours with little sleep in crazy places, we their loved ones can sleep safe at night knowing they are not only protecting us but the rest of the world. I love you baby.