A week after school got out for summer vacation, Jay came home from Iraq. He had been gone for a year with only a two week visit at home during that year. We were so glad to finally have him back. Jay caught an earlier flight from Baltimore than we had thought he would and so at the last minute after months of planning we were rushing out the door unprepared. In hind sight, you really don’t have to prepare; he was just glad to see us and didn’t care what we were wearing or how our hair looked. We had a poster that Spencer’s class had made for him. The airport made us passes and let us go to the gate to greet him. A crowded flight to Orlando was lining up in between where the passenger got off and where we were, but when he finally got off and saw us the crowds parted to let him through. He looked fantastic. No kidding, it wasn’t just the six months of not having seen him, he looked terrific. In all our rushing we hadn’t been able to bring the baby because he was still sleeping, but my parents with the baby and our neighbors and Jay’s dad were all waiting for us after we gathered Jay up and left the terminal. I just love homecomings!
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It literally brings tears to my eyes to think about. I love homecomings so much...standing on the pier and waiting and then watching all of those people so happy they can't contain it...there is no feeling like it in all the world and you have experienced the ups and downs of it more than anyone I know. You guys are amazing!!
I too got a little teary eyed! I can't imagine a year without a husband or a dad for the kids. Thank you for being willing to do it. I concur you are amamzing.
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