So I'm finally going to sit down and write about Kendall's homecoming, because it hasn't already been 3 months..
Kendall finally came home in October of 2013! The week leading up to his homecoming we weren't even positive if he would be able to come home at the same time as the rest of his unit. Thankfully he did.
That morning I literally was more nervous than I was the day we got married. Yes it was serious. I felt like I was going to vomit any minute. I had literally spent the entire week trying to make sure the apartment was spotless for his return. The drive there alone felt like years and I won't say whether or not I cried when I got his first call saying he was back on American soil...
The whole nine months was difficult. I had to exist and know that I had half of my heart miles and miles away. Distance isn't easy-and I'm sorry but if you live within an hour or two of your boyfriend then your "distance" is minimal. Not saying it probably isn't a pain, just talk to me when your SO is halfway around the world and you barely talk to them.We went through a lot and grew up a lot. We learned a lot about each other and what makes both of us click. Our faults and our own insecurities were blinding. Somehow, we made it through and that's what truly matters.
I made a sign- a homecoming sign. If I would have drove myself I would have wrote on my car- because I was that excited. I ended up having an AMAZING photographer donate her time and services for our homecoming -
Sharon Norman Photography (all pictures were taken by her.) And I'm really glad that I had a photographer there.
I'm getting offtrack...
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
When we finally got there the buses for the unit were still about 30-40 minutes away and it was raining- not very hard but it was raining. So we waited around, our nerves doubling and tripling. His mom, dad, and brother were there. My dad, stepmom, brother, sister, aunt, and cousin all ended up making the trip as well. So we waited. FINALLY buses were pulling in and I put myself on a bench so he would see my sign better.
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
I was slightly teary watching the buses pull up. It literally didn't even feel like I was in my own body, and for a split second those nine months faded and it felt like he had just left and was already returning. I saw a sea of green and brown uniforms pouring from the buses, I was waiting for my own soldier to emerge. I waited what seemed like at least 20 minutes and finally my cousin screams out KENDALL! I saw him and ran, threw that sign like a frisbee and jumped into his arms. I couldn't even cry because I was so happy. I held his embrace for how long I needed to realize he was actually there then I let go and watched him hug and kiss everyone else. All the while trying to put into my mind that he really was home and wasn't leaving. I would go to bed with him that night and wake up the next day with him there. It started raining harder and we went into the school for the ceremony portion. The rest of the day flew by, we left hand in hand, had chipotle, then he came home.
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
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| (C)Sharon Norman Photography |
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
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| (C) Sharon Norman Photography |
Amazing, the best day of my life.
