An Army Christmas

The first Saturday of a two week vacation involves a drive to the airport, for a friend, brunch with a couple in the same boat as us. Across the country, we are here, family is on the other side and missing us as we miss them. It's the hardest on me b/c since this journey began I haven't had a normal Christmas. Last year he was heading to Afghanistan, this year I am lodged in the Pacific Northwest left cooking for one and a toddler. Why is it hard to look on the bright side of things. It's the first Christmas with just the family I created; husband and child. We have a tree, be it fake this year, we have stockings; homemade. We have 15 days ahead of us with no work, no obligations, just us, just Christmas time. I should be happy right?