As I load my daughter in the car seat I clutch her hand tight and tell her we are going to the airport. she looked up at me with sleepy eyes, then searches her surroundings and lands her eyes on his face. She smiles and says, Daddy!
My eyes fill with tears but I hold them back. I’ve got to be strong. She can not see me break, not yet.
He clutches his bags in hands and throws them in the back, lowering his eyes to shoes. Meeting each others eyes, is a hard task this morning. We don’t say much but talk about the night before.
We reassure each other that this will be fast trip. That it could be worst. That we should be thankful for the time we had, even when it was an unexpected surprise.
I pull up to the drop-off zone of the airport. Its a mad house, a day before Thanksgiving.
I park the car, get out to walk our sleepy daughter, so she can say goodbye, give big big kisses and hug her daddy’s neck. She ask him where he’s going? He keeps a strong stiff face, and smiles. “Daddy has got to go to work, baby. I’ll be back soon. I love you.”
He closes the door, and turns to me. Tears are rolling down my face. My heart is breaking. I am being selfish, I don’t want him to go. I want him to stay with us. Spend the holidays with us.
“See ya later hunny. I love you! Be safe! Call when you can!” I lean in for my final kiss before he heads out.
Until our next unexpected surprise… military life living it everyday as a military family!