About a week and a half ago Hyrum called. We talked for a few minutes, and then--out of the blue-- he said, "Worst case scenarios is I come home July 15. Best case scenario is I come home July 6."
Uhm what? Excuse me??
The Army likes to keep us on our toes, that's for sure. He originally was supposed to stay until October, but apparently they were sending someone (soon!) to fill his position and would send him to a different unit. (That's pretty normal in the Army to move every 12-18 months, I just didn't expect it to happen in the middle of a deployment.)
So that's happening. And I'm still not sure what to think about it. It's like starting to run a marathon, and then hearing at mile 12 that it's really a half marathon and you're almost done. All of a sudden that last mile becomes way more difficult than it would have been otherwise. And you probably would have run the first 12 miles differently if you knew that was it.
Of course we're excited to have Hyrum back. I'm most excited for the kids, and don't think they really realize what it means that "Papa is coming home in a week." He will be able to spend time with them over the summer and go to the pool, be there for Tiago's first day of school and birthday, and hear how well the girls are talking.
But my regrets are that I didn't get all the 'stuff' done that I wanted. They're all fairly insignificant things (organize the house, get doctor/dentist appointments taken care of, make some photo books, take stuff to the thrift store) but it's these insignificant things that I wish I could have just crossed off the list already. And I regret gaining back some weight in Utah that I'd previously lost. I thought I had 3 more months to keep working on it!! Fortunately, this is all stuff that doesn't matter. Hyrum can home home to a house that still has some dirty closets. (One closet that needs some TLC hasn't even been opened in the last 6 months!)
We found out a few days ago that Hyrum will be moving to Division, which will be a completely different position from what he's been doing the last 5 years. It's exactly what he hoped to do next, we just didn't think 'next' would be so soon.
I should know by now that whatever plan we have can just be tossed out the window. And slowly, I'm learning to be a little more flexible. (Like the fact that it's less than a week away and I'm not sure when/where/under-what-circumstances we'll be meeting him...)




















