The house sitters are lined up. We're leaving for our summer PCS across the country, so Daughter and I can have the summer with her Dad --also known to readers of my blog as The Hubs.
Since 2008, we've spent probably at most --5 weeks together. 2 of those were spent getting him ready for his deployment and dropping him off at Ft. Benning.
Things he missed. Her step into teenagerdom. Our son growing 6'1" I could go on and on, except there is much to do. Packing, organizing, shipping a few things out. (I'll keep working on projects). We'll leave our home here, fly across the country to our small apartment to be with The Hubs. This is our summer together. Then we come back, where she'll start high school. We decided to stay here. War keeps him busy. And she's got good friends, a sense of security, and life here isn't too bad. Except for the days we miss him. Which is like a soft note being played through out the day, often times out of earshot, but always there.This incredible post called "Dear Lena" by Charlie Sherpa
is one that's not to be missed. It really says everything, and Charlie is a friend of mine. An ace writer, I'm going to miss him terribly when he deploys. But no one will miss him more than his two kids.
Our kids give up a lot.
That's all I can say right now.