When Chris returned from his last deployment, a friend of ours came to photograph the reunion at the airport. It had been six months since the kids had seen him, Jonah didn’t really remember him since he was a little over a year when he left. These pictures of Parker are the ones that really stood out to me. While Theodore, Katie and Foster had run to Chris and bear hugged him, Parker clung behind me and Chris had to convince him to come and give him a hug. He was 3 and a half years old, so 6 months without Chris had seemed like a lifetime.
My husband recently celebrated his 15th year in the Air National Guard. He’s deployed out of country several times and had many weeks and countless weekends away from us and from his extended family. He’s missed birthdays and holidays and graduations. But I don’t think it’s the big things that are the hardest on the men and women who have to be separated from their homes and families, from their jobs and churches, from their own world, I think it’s the little things.
Daddies (and mommies) are supposed to be there when their children go to bed, when they get sick or when they win a board game, when they finally get that book read or that puzzle built. They are supposed to be there for skinned knees and hurt feelings, for when little guys are brave enough to ride without training wheels and can write their name without help.
Daddies aren’t supposed to have to convince their little boys that it’s safe to come and give them a hug.
So to all the veterans out there who have missed the little things for days, months or even years. Thank you so much for ALL that you sacrifice.












































































































































































