After 7 months apart…

…my heart was whole again. I cannot believe it’s December 30th; one year ago today, I was anxiously awaiting a car service to pick me up from my parents house and drive me to the airport. I was waiting to get through security, sit at the gate, and wait.

Wait for what?

This. This moment right here.

After 7 months apart, my heart would be whole again for two whole weeks. Z was home from Afghanistan a short 14 days and during that time, we would be welcoming our baby boy, and making up for 7 months of lost time together.

Today, we celebrate those feelings, the first kiss, the first hug. We celebrate our love, we celebrate a safe return, and we celebrate family.




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