He's Home

203 days...all led up to this family's reunion.

There are half-empty cups and used plates on every surface in the house.

His dirty clothes cover the floor of our bedroom.

I have to share the bathroom sink once again.

And I can't wipe this smile off my face.

While Richard was on deployment, there were nights I would dream he was home, and I would wake up suddenly, and look over to the other side of the bed, only to see an empty space and an untouched pillow. Those were the worst moments.

Now, every day I feel like I need to pinch myself. Having him home is a dream come true, and there is such a sense of security and fulfillment having him back.

In a way, it almost seems like he never even left; we've just picked up right where we left off back on May 4th. 

My husband, my friend, my heart. He's home.