Home is. . .

At the beginning of this Army Saga, I looked at this whole experience in two different parts. There was the part that Landon would be gone to training and then the part where we would be moving for a couple of years to some unknown location. At the time, I honestly thought that moving my family to somewhere foreign (whether Germany, as Landon likes to joke, or South Dakota, which after living in Utah County all my life might as well be Germany) was going to be the hard part. Well, I have found out this past week how wrong I was.
I knew that I would miss Landon. I just didn't know how MUCH I would miss him. We had a conversation before he left about the definition of the word home. I told him that I felt like Lehi, or at least Utah, would always be home. That is where we got married, bought our first house, brought 2 of the 3 kids home from the hospital, where both of our families are, etc, etc. Being the sweet and thoughtful guy he is, he said that wherever we were together would be our home. Everybody say it. . . "Ahhhh!" I guess I'm the cold one in the relationship because I respectfully disagreed. That was until this past week when I was being extremely productive on Pinterest and saw this.

In a nut shell, that pretty much explains it. At the end of all this separation, I'm really not going to care where the Army sends us because at least we will be together. We can help the family adjust to a new house, school, ward, state, or whatever. I feel like we can handle anything that is thrown at us as long as we are together. And in the end, that is really all that matters.