Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Sometimes, though, we need a little "reinforcement."
Daddy almost always was daddy on duty for bathtime at our house, and we often took turns at reading stories and putting the little man to bed. Sometimes I miss having Jake here to take on those responsibilities. Some nights I wish he were here so that our precious boy had his daddy to tuck him in. And sometimes I wish we could all snuggle into the race car bed and giggle and read stories together. Soon...very soon.
So, tonight, Flat Daddy made an appearance for the bedtime routine.
First there was some general silliness in the kitchen.
"You can't see us...we're camouflage!"
Then there were some kisses for the BEST.DADDY.EVER!
Next was a little jumping on the bed like two little monkeys.
This book is one of the Hallmark books I mentioned called Guess How Much I Miss You. Jake was able to record his voice reading the entire book to Asher, so almost every night, he "reads" this story to Asher before he goes to bed.
And finally it was time to settle in.
Night, Night, Flat Daddy, we LOVE you!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
It's the bell...*DING DING DING: ROUND 2. Bedtime. Mommy vs. Asher.
Asher has won the first round.
Actually, Mommy gave up.
After the screaming as if I was murdering him, and the "make my body as straight as a board so as not to be able to be carried through doorways" subsided, I ungraciously surrendered the first round to Asher J.
As my mom said after we said goodbye at the airport to our hero, "His world has been turned upside down again."
And I know that. And I hate that.
Our first attempt at bedtime ended in him climbing into his toybox and shutting the lid and me sitting on his race car bed and turning the pages in his "daddy book" just to hear Jake's voice.
I'm pretty sure we were both crying at that point.
He wanted more to drink. He wanted to watch a movie. Why fight it? Pick your battles... I wanted a drink and to watch a movie, too.
Asher hasn't asked yet where his Daddy is. We did feel it necessary to take him to the airport to see Daddy leave, so I assume he knows that Daddy has gone away again. As heartwrenching as it was, it needed to happen that way for him to understand. And although he can't tell me he's sad, angry, upset, mad...I know he is.
I'm choosing to look on the bright side. We just made an amazing two weeks of memories together to carry us through. Just 5 more months and then we are DONE with this journey....forever.
I'll be waiting, Love.
If the one falls, the other will lift up his companion. Woe to the solitary man! For if he should fall, he has no one to lift him up.
So also, if two sleep together, they keep each other warm. How can one alone keep warm?
Where a lone man may be overcome, two together can resist.
A three-ply cord is not easily broken.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
We haven't been doing much. We've seen friends and family a bit, but we've been spending a lot of time together, indoors. Besides the fact that it's been bitter cold outside, we've just been quietly hanging out...watching movies, playing, tickling, snuggling, swimming, laughing and hugging. We've enjoyed meals together, praying together, and just doing the things we like to do as a family.
The clock has been on our side. We've stayed busy, but not so busy that we haven't had the time to truly connect. There have been moments in the past where I can feel the "tick tick tick" and can't escape the anxious feeling of time running out. It's not been like that this time. This time it feels so normal. We're just together, as a family, the way we always have been. And it's good.
I don't want to think about next week.
Jake heads back to Afghanistan Tuesday.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Jake's journey home began around Wednesday/Thursday, and he arrived home on Sunday. I was attempting to wait patiently for the next email, next phone call, next message of where he was and what time it was and when he might be home. I was praying for safe travels and good weather.
When it was finally Sunday, Asher and I went to Mass as usual. One friend commented that my voice sounded especially beautiful that day. Maybe music sounds better with a huge smile on my face...I don't know...or I was mic'ed better than most weekends. Whatever it was, I was glad to be worshipping and praising God for all the blessings He's given us and for what He was soon to be bringing.
I was pleased that I was able to still participate by singing in a luncheon after Mass, and then got into my office for a few hours of work prior to Jake's arrival. It kept me busy all day, so by the time I got back to the house, I was wondering if I'd get everything done! My mom and grandma had decorated the doors, banisters, and tree out front with some beautiful yellow ribbons to welcome Jake home. My sister assisted with last minute cleaning (wiping down the dust in the man cave, running the vacuum, and throwing loads of laundry into the washing machine). I was sweating by the time we walked out the door to head to the airport.
Soon our group moved over to where you have a better view of arriving passengers, and within minutes some folks began heading towards us. We asked if they may have been on the same flight as Jake...and they WERE! With one false alarm sighting of Jake by his very excited mom, we stood there for what seemed like hours....and then we saw him. And he saw us. And he began running towards us. Someone snatched Asher and put him in his daddy's line of sight. And he began running toward Jake.
Jake knelt to scoop up our beautiful son and they hugged and kissed and it was one of the best moments of my life!
And then I got MY hug and kiss!
Welcome home, Daddy! We're so glad to have you back! ~Emily