It's the little things that stop me every time. Today it was fireworks. I was listening to the explosions all around the neighborhood. I have always loved the sound of fireworks. They are the sound of freedom!
It was in that moment though that I realized my husband is also hearing those sounds, but they definitely do not mean freedom. For him the explosions are a very real danger, and an all too common occurrence.
I started to wonder what next year will be like. Will he come back and love the fireworks as much as he used to? Will we be able to shoot them off with the kids? What other little things in our life will change when he gets home?
As much as I am ready for CJ to be home I am also a bit apprehensive. I know we have both changed and grown this past year. We had to to survive the situations we have been in. I know we will make it through, but I worry about the bumps in the road ahead of us. In short I worry about the fireworks.