He came home last week and it was so good to have him back. With our vacation being just one week away, we were beyond excited and filled with anticipation. We waited as long as possible to buy the concert tickets but finally did Wednesday. With the concert and our getaway being that weekend, we thought we were in the clear. Then the very next day, not even 24 hours later, he was informed that he was needed at Fort Bliss the same weekend as our vacation 🤦🏼♀️.
We both were crushed, devastated. We just kept looking at each other and saying “We were so close…” My husband was ready to begin planning our next try far before me. He gently kept bringing up new ideas, dates and locations and I found myself becoming cynical and hard. When we would be discussing vacation ideas, I’d think “Whats the point, its not going to happen anyway.”.
From the moment we said “I do”, I committed to having an open and loving heart, making the best of every situation, and always remembering that as long as we had each other, we’d figure out the rest. I had slowly let disappointment, pain and frustration hold me back in this situation from meeting those commitments. So I took a deep breath, let go of what could have been/should have been, and began planning a new vacation without any negativity or apprehension.
I don’t know if our new plan will work out. But what I do know is that regardless if it works out or if we have to reschedule is that we will keep hoping, planning, anticipating and most importantly, loving each other,