The deployment is reaching its end. It has been 6 months and 2 days, 26 weeks, 186 days since they have left. With that much time passing, nothing has changed. I am still just as excited about me and him as I was when he left. I am just as aprehensive, nervous, anxious as well. I have really used these months, weeks, days to reflect on myself and my life. I have done a lot of growing as a person and a mother and I think I am ready for them to come home. I can realize now that I wasn't ready for a relationship but I was ready for what I got. I'm not saying either that Dane will come home and we will be in a relationship, this is where the aprehension comes along. I am just ready for whatever happens. Either way I needed that forced seperation and time to be alone.
I have come along with the moving process as well. I have sold everything in my house now, minus mine and Ashlynn's bedroom. Coinsciding with selling everything I have been buying all new things for my house, down to new dishes and towels. I am excited for my fresh start. I have enjoyed this process as well. There have been a couple anxiety moments but I think these sprout from the unfamilularity of this experience. I will post pictures once I move and get settled in.
I just realized I don'd write about Ashlynn that often. Ashlynn is amazing, and this is nothing new. She is my everything. I find myself doing things just to be close to her, like enabling the sleeping with me in my bed. Its the best feeling in your heart to have YOUR baby laying next to you completely at peace and you get to watch her sleep. Shes so pretty too. I know every mom thinks that but its the little things that I think make her beautiful, like her eyelashes that go half way down her cheeks when she closes her eyes and her belly that she sticks out just far enough to make her look like a pot belly pig. It's also the deep brown eyes that she inherited and the way her hair has a curl to it that develops no pattern. I love my Ashlynn. She is smart and well manored and is everything I could have ever asked for.
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