My husband and I are currently spending some time up in North Georgia for a few days, and while I tried to stay off line as long as I could, I couldn’t resist getting back on Blogger to share some photos with you.
These were taken around 3:30 am on Saturday morning when he arrived from our second deployment (our first as a married couple).
Photos taken by my very good friend, photographer, and fellow Air Force wife, Brooke Ashley.
I was exhausted, jet-lagged, and hadn’t slept in about 24 hours, so it took awhile for the excitement to build. But as soon as their flight touched down, those anxious, eager, and anticipated butterflies started doing jumping-jacks inside my tummy.
We waited for what seemed like hours for him to step off the plane. I wouldn’t say he was the last one off, but he was gosh durn near close to the very end. As soon as they stepped foot on the ground they had to shake hands with all the “higher ups.” It was cute watching my Airman try to skip the formalities and just run over to me, and when he was finally “free,” the feeling was priceless!
Have I mentioned he’s a foot and an inch taller than me?
But my husband is all about equality, so he made me a half-foot taller than him 😉
Really? I’m not looking at the camera? Have I mentioned I was sleep deprived?
Thank you so much, Brooke! I don’t know if you have any more photos to share, but I’m so grateful and blessed to have you in my life. You helped build my excitement during the very wee hours of the morning—despite the crappy week I had—and you helped me have a fun time waiting for them to land…who knew that getting lost on base could be so much fun?