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Last weekend was a pretty eventful one here on base - one of the ships had returned from a six month deployment. All this week I was surrounded by ecstatic moms, dads and kiddos still googly-eyed and euphoric.
It was also a pretty eventful weekend around the Happily-Ever-After-Land Palace - Hubs and I set to work unpacking the boxes of crap cherished mementos we had stored back in 2006 and hadn't been in a place long/big enough to unpack.
Which was when I discovered, hiding amongst an array of desk accessories and stationary, a CD, burned back in 2002, with pictures of Hubby's return from his first deployment.
I tell you, that day was very exciting stuff! Decked out in a new dress, purchased especially for the occasion, and ridiculously tall stiletto heels (just the thing you want to wear on a cold windy morning in a crumbling parking lot, by the way) we waited and watched as the ship pulled in.
Despite all those uniforms looking very much the same, I could recognize the silhouette of my man immediately! (The glasses might have aided in the search just a little.)
Do I look a little giddy?
This is one of my favorite photos of all time. We've had it on the fridge for years, and I thought it had been lost in The Computer Crash of 2004, so you can imagine my excitement at this archaeological find.
That was the first of four homecomings (at last count). And you know what? They are really that amazing. Every. Single. Time.
It's the reason I get teary eyed watching the end of "Love Actually" for the hundredth time.
It's the reason that, even though I despise local news, I'll tune in if there's a ship coming home.
Maybe it's cheesy. Maybe I've romanticized it too much in my head. But the long-in-coming reunion is one of the most real, honest, raw, joyous, human moments that can ever be committed to film.
When was your last joyful homecoming?
