To seeing this smile. 
To watching someone else workout.
To their daddy.
To your wonder at their wonder.
To Saturday mornings.
To family outings.
To having us all together (yeah, we're actually all six there in that photo.)
To celebrations.
To having you home.
To celebrations.
To having you home.
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You posted the perfect counterpoint to yesterday--full of hope and love and expectation. Baby Boys and ladies on the way...beautiful.
More nostalgia, please, especially for those of us who weren't around then. But don't spare us your and Patrics pain. We need to feel it and better understand what sacrifice looks like up close. Bless the Brood and their mom and dad.
JB, you said it so well. Diddo.
What a wonderful post!
Yeah, ditto JB. Sometimes I can't put into words what I want to say. We need to hear when you guys have bad days, and your blog is the best place to share that. How else will we know when you need a mood-lifter? Love this post. And I especially love seeing the old pictures of the kids as babies - they certainly aren't babies anymore!
I have July 16th burned on my brain for you all. If only it would get here faster!
Isn't that strange how perceptions can be shaped. As you read hope and expectation, Patric was writing the following to me.
"They had the Internet/phones down after a rocket struck one of the coffee shops here. No one killed, but many hurt. The dust storms provide cover for those who rocket/mortar the base."
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