So, I’m not going to talk about the D-word on the blog. At least not right now. But I just have to say that I am so proud of my man. He works so hard serving his country. He plays hard too, but that’s why we love him. His never-ending supply of energy is wonderful when Harry needs to run around the house playing chase. His laugh is infectious, even when I’m having a not so wonderful day. He is so kind and generous. He’d literally give you the shirt off his back if you asked. Yes, you. Anyone. He wants to take care of everyone, and I’m so grateful that it’s Harry and I that get him all to ourselves.
Sometimes I think about how much I love him and I miss him. I miss him when he’s sleeping right next to me. I miss him when he’s singing in the shower. I miss him when he’s playing basketball or working or mowing the backyard. So missing him isn’t going to be new. The hard part will be not having his arms to pull me in and hold me close. His hand to hold. His shoulder to lean on.
And the even harder part will be watching my little boy, Jon in miniature, grow up and hit milestones by myself. Without Papa. Wishing for the end of this chapter so our little family can be whole again, but dreading every new day because it’s one more day Papa is going to miss. One more smile, tear, hug, high five. Our Papa gives up a whole lot to serve this country. And boy, are we proud of him.
We love you Papa.
xoxo, Mallory + Harry