Jack and His Da-da
Jack has said his first word. I have very strict rules about what constitutes a first word. And Jack's "Da-da" has passed the test. It is going in the record book as his official first word. He has been saying, Da-da, Ma-ma-ma, ba-ba-ba. etc. for a few weeks, but never in any context. They were just the random babblings of an 11-month-old (or 4-month-old if your information is coming from Gabby). But in the last few days, we've seen more than once that Jack's little face will light up at the sight of his Da-da and he'll call out, "Da-da!" It is the sweetest thing. He's a big fan of his Da-da. I just hope he'll remain a fan over the next few months.
Today is our last Monday with Jack's Da-da for a long time. All too soon, Steve will leave our home with green bags full of tan-colored uniforms and not much else. He will be too far away for too long. I already miss him. My chest hurts and my eyes sting when I think of his absence. Please pray for us next week. Pray for Steve and his safety. Pray for me and the kids; that we'll be strong, and please pray that the time will pass quickly for all of us. Pray that we are able to maintain good communication. Pray that the goodbye doesn't hurt as much as I fear.
Tomorrow we are running away. We are going to Sea World. We will play and laugh and spend time together and be happy. We'll save the sadness for another day. Soon we won't be able to run from it.