I hate saying goodbye. Hate it. It is my single least favorite thing to do. To the point that when my husband kisses me goodbye in the wee hours of the morning, I tell him to be safe and come home. I tell him that I love him. But I don’t say goodbye.
The military has a saying that we don’t say goodbye, we say see you later. Goodbye is so final. And no one wants final.
B leaves tomorrow to go serve his IMA commitment for the year. It’s a fancy reserves type where he does his whole year in one month. He got a great location, USAFA, but due to timing and how busy he’ll be, I will be staying behind while he enjoys Colorado.
Which loops back to me hating goodbyes. Which a see you later is, no matter how much we don’t want it to be. I’m trying to soak up as much as I can, without adding the pressure of this being the last time we can do X for a month. But it’s not easy.
I’m not sure if I’ll say goodbye tomorrow or not. But I will tell him to be safe, to come home, and that I love him. And I’ll start counting down until I get to see him again.