she wore a yellow ribbon.

Last week on my way home from the dog park, while I was waiting for the stop light to change, I glanced over to the bank on the corner and the enormous U.S. flag they display. It was completely dark outside, and the flag was still on the pole, not illuminated, faintly visible in the night sky. (In case you need to brush up on your flag etiquette, here you go.) And suddenly I felt a surge of anger. Because, you know, that’s completely normal, right?

My thought process went a little something like this:  How disrespectful…don’t they know if they’re going to fly the flag at night, it should be properly illuminated? I should go tape a note to their door with a print-out of proper flag protocol…how rude. Who am I, Michelle Tanner? *a couple quiet moments in my brain* …what the heck just happened? Why is this upsetting me? Slow your roll, Kristen.

It’s starting to happen. Preparing for deployment has turned me into a certifiably crazy person.

These strange, overly-sensitive reactions to things that in my brain somehow connect to the Navy and deployment and Ben became more frequent as his departure date approached. When I hear the national anthem, I get teary-eyed and a lump in my throat. When I see I person in uniform (there are tons at OU every Thursday – ROTC kids), I want to run up and hug them. (Don’t worry, I don’t. I haven’t involved other people in my crazy…yet.) Sappy songs about long-distance love are not allowed on my playlist. I would look at Ben’s socks on the floor and think to myself how I’m going to miss seeing his socks on the floor. This coming from a person who does not like clutter and thinks that everything has a place and should be in said place unless it is being used. Before he left this morning, Ben cradled Nimitz’s head in his hands and told him that he was going to be the man of the house now, it was his job to protect me. Yep, nearly lost it. I couldn’t say “good morning” to Ben today without getting all teary-eyed.

We’ve had a lot of time to prepare for this, and for that I am so grateful. But I don’t think it ever feels like you have enough time to prepare for deployment. The day comes, and you deal with it. That’s it. There really isn’t any other choice.

Today was the day. I dropped Ben off at the airport early this morning. I take comfort in knowing that he’ll be back for Christmas and will be somewhat accessible until he goes overseas in January, but it still broke my heart to watch him walk away. I came home to two very sweet (and still very sleepy) puppies. I’ve deep cleaned the house, done two loads of laundry, and other random chores all before 9:00 a.m. I guess that’s what a 4:30 wake up is good for – lots of morning energy. I’m determined to keep myself busy and not dwell on the fact that Ben is gone. The goodbye day is always the hardest.

So here we go…this deployment journey is officially underway. Let’s do this.




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3 responses to “she wore a yellow ribbon.

  1. Betty Iben

    You have a very warm, loving heart and your writings show that. This brought tears to my eyes and I cannot imagine the transition you are going through. Do know you have friends who care about you, Ben and your “men of the house” while Ben is serving his Country. God bless all of you and may God bless America! Love, Betty I.

  2. Thank you for your kind words, Betty! It gives me such comfort to know I have loving, supportive people in my life. Sending lots of love to you – Nim and Charlie send kisses and tail wiggles. 🙂

    • Betty Iben

      Ahh Nim and Charlie…..yes, I love them from afar. Jes will be 15 this coming Saturday, Lord willing she continues to awaken from her many daily naps. She has been doing alot of running in her dreams lately. Her long legs just make all the motions as she lays on her side sound asleep. Oh she is one wonderfully spoiled “pup”!

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