A Letter to the Spouse Facing Deployment for the First Time

I recall my first deployment as a spouse as though it were only yesterday. I was ten weeks postpartum, tired in both body and spirit, still trying to find my rhythm as a new mother. The days leading up to departure were a blur of sleepless nights and tender hours, when I wanted every moment to count but felt too drained to hold it all. The goodbye itself was painful, but what nearly undid me was the sight of the calendar — a stretch of time marked only by uncertainty. Four months was promised, but it could stretch to six. That kind of open horizon is heavy when your heart is already weary.