Meeting G.I. Joe ruined snow for me. Up until that point I was like any other 14 year old...snow days were heaven: no school, sleeping in, watching movies, and making snow cream with Mom. Then I started my freshman year. Even though I didn't exactly love my class I would want to cry when those white flakes started falling. That meant I would be spending the day at home instead of sitting next to "the most dreamy boy ever."
After G.I. Joe came home from Iraq and got stationed in New Jersey my feelings for snow stayed the same. Winter weather advisories meant I couldn't go visit him and he couldn't come visit me on his weekend pass. If by chance I did make it up there and snow hit after my arrival then I'd be stuck in a hotel room all day with Ramen noodles and daytime television. You can only watch so many episodes of Maury before you realize that anytime a woman says she is "1,000% sure" that Mr. Soon-to-be-in-an-orange-jumpsuit is the father of her baby then he is most definitely not the father. Snow can cause more boredom than any nature phenomena on the planet.
Now, I sit here looking out a window at 15 inches of this white stuff. This storm is not normal for us, especially not in December. But the week G.I. Joe flies out of town it snows so bad he can't get back. He was supposed to be flying in tonight. Yesterday we got the word that no flights would be coming in to our airport so we had to reschedule him to leave tomorrow. This morning I got a phone call that his Sunday flight was canceled...not because of our airport but because the first stop where his layover is will be getting the snow storm after us. I seriously don't know whether to laugh or cry. Right now it looks like he'll be home in the wee hours of December 22nd, that is if everything goes according to plan this time.
I know it may seem silly to be a little upset about this. People want to say things like "Just be thankful that..." or "A week apart should be no big deal for you guys." The first is sort of a good point. We are very thankful that one way or another, whether by planes, trains, or automobiles, G.I. Joe will be home by Christmas. And we're thankful of course that he's not overseas. We've done the Christmas in Iraq, missed more holidays than we care to count, and missed out on living together for more than 3/4 of our marriage. Those points right there are why we are thankful but also why little things like this are frustrating. We are a career Army family. Though some don't want to think about the future we know what's in store for us when G.I. Joe goes back on orders...more time apart. He'll go to school for a while on his own and after that he might get deployed right away or go to another school before being deployed. So, if the Army isn't forcing us apart at the moment, we don't want to be apart longer than is absolutely necessary. We'd rather be enjoying every second together just in case he's gone next Christmas, or months of next year.
Even though I have cried each time I had to tell G.I. Joe that his flight has been canceled, I just want him home safely. Lucy and I are going to color "Welcome Home" signs to greet him when he comes in and will be waiting anxiously so we can finally get on with celebrating Christmas.
Lucy showing her Baby Sally the snow...and looking for Daddy.