He's Home!!

He's home! My sweet boy is finally home! How can I explain what the butterflies were like as I drove myself to the airport to meet him? How can I even begin to put in words the way I feel about having him so near that I can touch him or kiss him whenever my heart desires? I'll do my best, but I know I won't do it justice.

Yesterday was a long day. The first half of the day was business as usual. My alarm went off at 4:45, signaling it was time to get up and make my way to the gym before work. I was surprisingly calm and didn't jump out of bed like I thought I would, considering the excitement that lay ahead of me. I guess I knew I had a lot to do before I would get to that point in my day. I only took a half day of work, but ended up staying about an hour later than I had planned -- helping my student teacher and making sure that everything was organized for today since I wouldn't be there. I've missed teaching several of my afternoon classes this week due to different committee meetings and such. I hadn't seen my fifth hour in a few days. As I was leaving, they started to complain ... "Mrs. H, you're leaving us again??" I told them I was going to pick up my husband from the airport in a few hours and they all cheered for me and gave me pointers (most of my kids have welcomed home parents from Iraq in the past few years). They were all smiles as I left, and I was already crying as I made my way down to the office to sign out -- tears of joy and excitement, of course! Those poor school secretaries -- I've made them cry TWICE in the past two days -- once when I announced my husband would be coming home the next day, and then again as I signed out to go and pick him up.

True to form, I left way too much to do before I could leave to go and pick him up. I still had to clean the bathrooms, vacuum, put gas in my car, pick up some Coronas for the fridge, and make myself beautiful -- and that extra hour I spent at school really cut into my preparation time! I ended up getting everything done, but was in a rush to get to the airport. As I drove there I was completely out of it. All I could think was how unbelievable it was that I was actually PICKING UP my husband! As soon as I got to the airport, I went to the counter to get a boarding pass. I could barely talk because I knew as soon as I said two sentences the tears would just start falling. Luckily, all it took was one -- "I'm here to pick up my husband." The old man at the counter knew exactly what I meant and was so sweet. He got me all ready to go and sent me off with good wishes.

As I walked around the corner from the ticket counter and saw the line to get through security, my stomach dropped. It was a mile long! I wanted to just sit down and cry right there -- I was sure I would miss seeing him come through the gate as he got off his flight. Finally, I made it to the front of the line, put my purse through the x-ray machine and walked through the metal detector. Of course, my purse was taken and inspected. Tears started coming -- I couldn't help it. The guy didn't seem to understand my dilemma and was taking his own sweet time doing the test for explosives and examining every tube of lipstick in my purse until he found a tube of lip gloss that he had to confiscate, which was really sad because I wasn't even getting on a plane. Whatever. I wanted to tell him to take the whole damn purse and just let me go!

Finally, I was allowed to leave and walked as fast as I could in my new black heels until I found the gate for American Airlines. Lots of people were already getting off the plane and I asked a man coming through which flight he was on. This was it! I quickly found a lady doing a crossword puzzle and tearfully asked her in jumbled words if she would take a picture of my husband and I when he got off. I'm sure I freaked her out a little at first, but she stood up with a smile and said that she would be happy to. Literally 30 seconds later, I saw my husband's boots coming up the jetway -- not his body, just the lower part of his legs -- the rest was hidden from view since there were others in front of him. I knew right away it was him -- his feet always turn in a little when he's tired. All I could do when I saw him was walk forward with my arms outstretched until he grabbed me. I couldn't believe it. It was really him. It felt like a dream. I was sure I would wake up any second. I just held onto him for about a minute and let the tears fall. It had been such a long 9 months!

As we walked out of the gate area and down to baggage claim, I was surprised at how little my husband had changed. He was the same old Jon with the twinkly eyes, sweet kisses, and passion for life -- his muscles were just a little bigger. From the time we left the airport to the time we fell asleep last night, I literally drank in all of the stories he had about Iraq. Over the past nine months, he has told me little to nothing about his life there. I come from a family of Nosy Nellies, so this was very hard for me! I am LOVING getting to know him again and finding out that not much has changed about him. We spent our first day sleeping in and then doing some shopping. Tonight we're going out on our first date -- the movies!

As I take all of this in, I keep thinking back to what CaliValley Girl said when she was reunited with her soldier.

And it's true...after the whole hoopla, you get home, sit on the sofa and chit chat about the most normal things, and realize that nothing has changed. It was like he never left.

I'm so excited for our next few weeks together before he has to leave again for SFAS. I love having my best friend home again!

I'll post some pics as soon as I can get blogger to download them! :)