But that is when the beauty of our resiliency comes out, and we readjust, re-plan, and move forward.
He was supposed to come home this week.
We were supposed to be making banners and planning the Welcome Home meal. I was supposed to be peeling my kids off the ceiling from excitement this week. He was supposed to step off of a plane and into our arms this week.
This week was supposed to be the finish line.
But there was an extension.
He won’t be coming home this week after all.
My girls were supposed to be baptized a week after his return. We had plans to go on vacation during the leave period that was supposed to be coming. He was supposed to be there to hold my hand during an out-patient procedure I have coming up.
All of this has been shifted. Changed. Re-arranged.
We will walk through some of these things over the coming weeks without him. Others will have to wait.
The good news is, He will be late…. but he WILL be home. I am so grateful for this. I know to be grateful for this.
But this week… This week when I look at where the finish line should have been, I know it will sting a bit for all of us. We’ll make room for those feelings. We’ll feel them. Work through them.
And then get busy preparing for the day when we can cross the finish line together.