He came home last Thursday and we had a great few days together. We had family over for a barbecue on Friday, cleaned the garage and spent a nice afternoon at the park with our boys on Saturday. Then on Sunday morning we drove him to the airport and expected to have to say goodbye after he got his gigantic dufflebag checked. But, surprise and joy, because he is military we were able to accompany him to the gate and say our goodbyes there. It was SOOOOO hard. Watching each of the boys hug their dad nearly broke my heart. And then I had to say goodbye, and it did break. But, I am faithful and prayerful that he will return to us safely in just over six months' time.
And now we take each day as it comes. I try to fill our time up with fun activities. We are leaving for a three week vacation tomorrow to spend time with my family in Texas. The boys and I will get to spend most of our time in San Antonio. We will also go to the coast. I am so looking forward to our time there.
I know we will get through this time apart, even if we have to do it day-by-day or minute-by-minute. I pray I can stay strong for my boys, enjoying each minute I am blessed to have with them, remembering their funny little ways so I can pass that along to their dad who is missing this time with them. I am thankful for webcams (which we tested out tonight) so I can see his handsome face and so he can see how our sons are growing.
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