The day he leaves…

My Life as an Army Wife

Picture this:

A family of four is driving down the road. The mom and dad in the front seat are holding hands. The mom lays her head over on her husband’s shoulder. The boy is in the back seat playing a video game and the girl is holding a Barbie in each hand, pretending.

They know where they are going, but no one talks about it. There is nervous banter between the parents, as neither of them want to upset the kids that are now old enough to understand the situation. And neither of them want to let go of one another, so their knuckles are white from gripping hands. This particular drive usually takes forever to end, but today, the drive is not long enough.

They arrive.

They do not move. Not yet.

The parents, they hold onto each other, embraced.

Tears are in their eyes.

Mom’s mantra: “Don’t…

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