Bring on the Badass

The badass should be back later this week. At the moment she is quiet and relishing. You see, her boy came back from Afghanistan today. I have no badass inside me today. I am simply a girl. A girl with a boy that is home.

He arrived at 1.05pm in Jacksonville (OAJ). At around 1.15pm I was getting a speeding ticket on some backwoods stupid ‘highway’. At around 1.45pm (20 minutes late), I picked him up and fell apart and drove him home.

We talked, we traded stories, we drank great champagne, we touched, we looked, and I tucked him into bed.

As a girl who has traversed the world and is usually the person arriving home after 30 hours of travel…I get it. One wants a shower, a little bit of food, some alcohol to counterattack the drinks consumed at the airports…and sleep.

He is home. He is sleeping and I am drinking. I couldn’t be happier.

A normal person would have probably gone to bed with him at 6.34p. A frequent insomniac knows better. Soon I will go upstairs and curl up next to him and I will lay there looking at him until morning. And that is good. He is home and I can finally go to bed for a reason.

Tomorrow I might be back to badass. Or it might be Thursday or maybe even Friday. I don’t actually care. I need to appreciate him being home and safe, and I need to appreciate this moment.

Bring on the badass. Bring on the badass bride. Tomorrow. Or the tomorrow after that…


One response to “Bring on the Badass”

  1. Sarah you are crazy as hell but I love it my dear friend. I am glad he is back in your arms again. Bring on the

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