I know it has been a month since Ryan has come home, but we have been extremely busy. It feels like the time is just flying by, but I guess that is how it should feel when your world is finally complete again. There was much anticipation in the days before Ryan stepped foot on U.S. soil. Many things needed to be accomplished, many banners hung, many flags forced into the ground, and many, many cameras charged.
I am sure over time, I will begin to forget my kids excitement as I told them Daddy would be coming home, but I hope I never do forget. Each day started with, "Is he coming home yet?!" Each evening ended with, "Why isn't Daddy here yet?" There were many heart-to-heart talks and discussions about what to expect. The truth is, I wasn't sure quite what to expect myself. Yes, I have been through this shindig before, but it still feels different each time. It was just comforting to know the kids and I could get through all the excitement together.
The sweetest sound I have ever known is a phone call from Ryan telling me he will be landing soon. The sheer jolt of excitement that ran through my body could light a thousand Christmas trees. Even when he was talking to me, I could not believe that I would see him again after one long, hard year of separation. My enthusiasm was building as I realized that I would get to hold him again, touch his hand or give him a kiss. I could finally watch a movie with him, fight over where to eat with him, and sleep in the same room again. All the little things we take for granted; things I did not truly appreciate until he would leave.
Ryan landed at Hood on June 9th, at approximately 2:30 p.m. Actually, I am not sure the exact time because I was so crazy, but I do know that we arrived at 1:30 p.m. My Mom, sisters Lisa and Nicole, Ryan's Mom, sister Amanda, brothers Eric, Brandon and Chris, along with sister-in-law Amy, the kids and I all made it on time. We were able to watch the jumbo plane carrying Ryan land and all the soldiers exit. At this point, I am beyond excited. I was so excited, that I think I left a kid in the dust racing over to the big jumbo screen the Army had set up. (Thank you Uncle Eric and Aunt Amy!) In my defense, my kid wasn't that far behind. ;) I watched each person get off the plane, and through some wicked luck, I was able to spot Ryan. So exciting!
After the big show, all the family members headed towards Cameron Field. This is where we would meet up with our soldiers. Everyone waited around in the hot sun with banners and flags. Some of us took LOTS of pictures, while others mingled idly. Ryan called me from his cell phone, which I had so cleverly hooked up for him a week prior. I told him where we were located so that he could find us easily. And then....we waited. After some time, the crowd began to roar and the fire fighters lined the streets with water spraying from their trucks. Music started to play and an MC mentioned the guys were on their way. Very exciting!
Several white buses pulled alongside the curb. Soldiers emerged from the buses and walked in formation up to the field. After some words of congratulations, or whatever they were saying--not really sure--they released everyone to find their families. Through a mass of soldiers, someone spotted Ryan. As he was walking up, I yelled for the kids to go get him. Boy, did they ever! They ran towards him with every ounce of energy they had left. It was the best thing I had seen in years. My eyes started watering at the very sight. Finally, it was my turn. Big hugs and kisses, and lots of staring going on. I cannot believe how happy I am to see my Ryan! He looks perfect in every way. All I could think was thank God for my family, thank God for my husband, thank God for my life, and thank GOD for the U.S. of A!
We are complete again. We are a family. It is only good times from here on out. Life is good...
I have a few pictures for you from that oh-so-memorable day. Some of the pictures were taken by a local photographer through
Operation Love Reunited, an organization which provides free photography for families of deployed solders. Our photographer,
Angela Breckenridge did a great job. I would like to thank
Beth J. for recommending that organization to me. I was able to call Angela on short notice and she was able to provide her services to our family. For that, I will forever be thankful. You can check out her
blog to view even more pictures from this wonderful day.
Here are three Angela allowed me to post:



And some pictures from my sister Lisa, better known as L-DUB!




