While he is not gone for a long time in Navy terms...he's still gonna be gone for about 2 months.
And that is at least 120 baths, 60+ goodnights, countless hugs, thousands of laughs, and some tears.
He'll miss String Bean's birthday, and the first day of school.
He already missed Jumping Bean's first tooth falling out.
Which she pulled out BY HERSELF, in the car, on the way to swim lessons.
And then it was dropped and lost forever in the crevices of the Swagger Wagon.
Her biggest concern?
"I'll still get my dollar, right?!"
And String Bean starting braces. (Last picture before treatment began!)
He missed a visit from the tooth fairy....she only comes when you're awake for the first tooth.
Sporting wings and dress up clothing and giving dental hygiene advice.
So I've been pulling double duty. (Triple, if you count the always-2-days-late-tooth-fairy)
Which means Mommy goodnight kisses (soft and gentle), followed by "Daddy kisses" (noisy and silly). It means extra hugs. Dance parties. Story time about what Daddy does and how a Navy Ship works. There have been moments of extreme frustration (every day) from Boy Bean about this mama's pathetic ball-throwing skills.
But Daddy being gone also means surprise hugs and kisses from my Beans. It means 4 kids conspiring to sneak down to make me breakfast one morning. Children helping with chores - happily - because Mama can't do it all. It means quiet pensive moments. It means we pray a lot.
Being separated is not my very favorite thing.
But it isn't the end of the world, either.
It is just a thing.
He does his job. We do our jobs.
And we learn to treasure these people we get to call family.
~Whitney Copyright 2013