Care Packages

    I have decided to blog about all the care packages I send my wonderful husband. About 4 months before Mr. E left, I got an idea about decorating his packages. I searched around and found some pretty awesome ideas that I am going to try. For me I think it would give him a little bit more piece of home and know each time there will be something new and not just a plain old box


   So here is what I have come up with on his first two packages.

His first package with all kinds of goodies.

The inside of the box all decorated 

Package #2

What's going inside package #2

Stuffed full :) 

Where to start

  We have been preparing ourselves for Mr. E's first deployment and that time finally came. It was heart wrenching to have to say "see ya later". We held each other and just let our emotions get the best of us (or I should say I did). Looking into his eyes that one last time, it was like a piece of me just broke away. C and A did not quite understand what was going on, but they knew it was not something good when they saw mommy crying. 


After saying our finally goodbye's, me and the boys got in the car and that's when it really hit me. Everything I vowed not to do went out the wind right then and there. I cried and they just let me. Pulling in the drive way I put the car in park, pulled myself together. I have always been the type to hold in my emotions. There is a time and place for everything and crying in your car with your two babies in the back is not that place. Coming home to the empty house, with all of his things still laying around was the worst part. I still can't not bring myself to put those silly things a way. I still expect him to walk in the door and say where is this and this, and me saying right where you left it. Looking at all of his things on the dresser remembering the times he tore this house apart looking for those things and right there on the dresser they sat (which I told him that is where they were). I just can not bring myself to put them away. 


The next morning started off like it normally did. Make breakfast, feed the dogs, start laundry. I held myself together most of the day with that feeling of nausea sitting in my stomach. Two weeks have now passed and we are taking it day by day. I know there are things I could do better, but for right now they are working for us. We stayed on top of our routine, so we had some type of normalcy in the house, even though it felt like we were running in circles. 


After my dad passed away I really let my faith for God go. I never understood why He would take my dad away from us and the answer "It was simply his time to go" was never good enough for me and still really isn't. You could say that I was mad at God for doing this to my family. He has a plan for all of us and it was my dad's turn to help him upstairs.  With time I have regained my love for God. Even more with my husband leaving. I am giving him all my faith to protect my husband and bring him back home to us. I am extremely grateful for the prayers that I have received and still am receiving.


Well enough with my rambling, just needed to get my thoughts out
(Hopefully it all makes sense)