i woke up this morning excited. my husband comes back home today.. as i get ready im listening to the radio as always and they announce the homecoming of his ship... thats my husband. but as i get closer to the ship every single emotion comes back. should i be there at the pier waiting for him? not knowing what to feel i called my mom and cried my heart out. i wiped the tears away, raised my head high and walked to the pier. as i waited with the rest everyone cheered and shouted all around me.. i felt like i was the only one that didn't all i could think was is this the right choice? what am i doing here? i wanted to run...but i couldn't move. we finally met and i was greeted with a lot of red roses. i was shocked.. i don't think ever once he gave me flowers until then. i thought in my head maybe he has changed. we went back on the ship.. we sat there and talked. and i admitted that i didn't know if i was going to come or not. it was hard for me to say but it needed to be said. we had a great two hours. i headed back home alone. he was on restriction... he couldn't come back home for another month. i left the pier with flowers in my hand well everyone had there families and husbands with them.. that sucked so bad to walk back alone. one more month to go.
