If I was a counting woman, I would tell you that there are 8 hours and 34 minutes until we get to see Rob...But I'm TOTALLY not counting.
Ok, I am, and make it 33 minutes and 8 hours.
We got to go to another Homecoming Ceremony tonight for Rob's friend Tony. It was incredible, as is every Homecoming, to see families reunited after a long year apart from one another. This life, where we volunteer to give away a precious part of ourselves is never easy.
Even as you welcome your soldier home, you can sense that as much as they hate being away from you, this is a part of who they are, the very threads that form them into the person you love so much. It is a part of their fiber to give of themselves.
It's scary, and admirable, and wonderful and terrible, mixed together like the colors of their dessert uniforms.
Back to counting...8 hours and 30 minutes.
Maybe I should try and sleep...when I awake he will almost be home.