After a very long year, this boy is back from Iraq. For 9 days he was here, at home not just in the US.
He's not really a boy. He's a man- a handsome, intelligent, funny-to-the-bone, caring and kind man. And, he gives the best hugs. Which is good, because we all had lots of them for him.
Even if he did come home with new tattoos. Oy.
Nine days went far too quickly. They were filled with trips to Ikea, Delia's Chicken Sausage Stand, the shop, baseball games with his dad and brother, family dinners, visiting friends, all the fun stuff. And, of course, playing with Emma. Lots of playing with Emma.
Also, I don't think he should let me give him haircuts before he goes back to the Army any more. Really.
It was hard to say goodbye but at least he's only a couple of hours flight away, not halfway around the world in a terrible place where terrible people do terrible things.
I can breathe now.