Seth's deployment seemed so far off once, like it would never really get here . . . but suddenly, it's right around the corner. How is that possible? How did it get here so quick? And shouldn't it be easier this time? Well, it is . . . and it isn't.
I've done this before. I know what to expect with a deployment. I know some of the tricks of the trade this time around. I know things have improved over there lately. I know he'll be in a place that's not as dangerous as some. I know he can take care of himself . . . well, mostly . . . . . :) So it should be easier this time, right? My emotions should be in check this time, right? Yeah, well, that's what I keep telling myself . . . . .
I also know that Iraq is not a good place to be no matter where you are. I know that this deployment will be longer than the last one . . . 15 months. No, the change to 12-month deployments doesn't mean anything for him, only for those deploying after August 1 . . . they will probably beat him home. I know that he's leaving a pregnant wife behind this time. I know that his son will be born while he's away. And I know that same son will be about a year old before Seth redeploys. Yeah . . . easier . . . . .
Well, anyway, we're off to say goodbye tomorrow. Seth has a 4-day weekend, his last weekend before he leaves, and we plan to spend it camping, floating the river, sitting around a campfire at night, talking, laughing, and basically just hanging out . . . the whole family. I'm really looking forward to the long weekend and the time we'll spend together . . . but I'm not looking forward to the goodbye.