day 207: the most missed

The girls put their heads together and compiled their list of Top 3 Things We Miss the Most About Daddy:

1.) butterfly kisses

2.) wrestling with him

3.) watching Cops together on Saturday nights

Quite a list, eh?

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This morning I had my very last phone call from the Middle East.

(hopefully ever)

This evening I had my very last text from there.

(hopefully ever)

Tonight, while I attempt to peacefully sleep alone in my bed, his journey home will have begun. A long, tiring, hurry-up-and-get-me-there trip.

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It's starting to get annoying how many times I'm asked "When does he get home?"

Not annoying because they ask.

Just annoying because I don't know the answer yet.

Because, believe me, as soon as I know, you'll know by my face.

And likely my attitude.

Cause, really, nothing else matters right now but this.

Not the 8 errands we ran today in just 2 hours and 15 minutes.

Not the $80 I had to pay to get a new electric fence collar for the dog, who decided to eat hers today.

Not the trip to the urgent care place to x-ray a daughter's arm (badly sprained, not broken, but not ruling out a chip or hairline fracture yet).

Not the house that's not clean or laundry piling up.

Cause, really, I just want to have my family together again.

That's all.