We took Joe to the airport last night...can I just say I hate goodbyes? I do, I hate them. I didn't want to say goodbye, so I took a lot of pictures instead.
When we first walked in to the baggage check in area a Boy Scout came up to Joe to give him a 'care package' - a big baggie filled with toiletries, snacks, and card games. He said, "thank you for your service to our country." That gave me a lump in my throat.
Then there were also Girl Scouts handing out free boxes of (what else?) cookies that had been donated.
I envy Kayla and Lucas with their naivete right now - they just don't realize how long Joe will be gone...that one year is an unknown, intangible factor to them right now.
But for me, oh I know exactly how long a year is and how that feels. Right now it feels surreal; I can't believe we said goodbye to him for a year (well except for the 2-week break he'll get in about 6 months).
I wanted to hold on to him a little tighter and a little longer, I wanted to not have to walk away from him and begin this new life without him for a year, but unfortunately that can't happen, so in the end I did say goodbye.
This picture just cracked me up - Kayla said Lucas was cold and she wrapped my sweater around him; when I looked over all I could see was his head sticking out of all this white!
When we were driving back home Kayla saw an airplane flying overhead and she got excited, "Mommy! A airplane! Daddy on a airplane!!" So we waved and said "bye Daddy bye!"
This morning on the way to school Kayla grabbed the DVD remote control in the van and pretended she was talking to Joe, "Hi Daddy. Airport, a airplane. Mommy sad. Mommy miss you. Miss you Daddy. Ok? Bye Daddy."
Stay safe Joe- we're already missing you!