I was tucking you into bed last night and you reached up quick and put your chubby little hands around my neck and whispered a question “Is Daddy coming home this year, or the next one?” I didn’t even think, I crawled right into that bed that’s three-sizes-too-small for me and pulled you in close, … [Read more...] about A letter to my military child, during the month that’s just for you
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on doing hard things
I sat on the bed of the fancy hotel room in Charleston with a fussy newborn finally, finally, asleep next to me, coverage of the Pope in Philly on the tv in front of me, eating leftover cold pizza from room service the night before because that same fussy newborn prevented me from eating it the … [Read more...] about on doing hard things