Laying in bed yesterday dozing with my lil guy, when I felt the bed move... I opened my eyes to the smiling face of my husband. What a wonderful sight to behold! It has been a long, long weekend without him. He was home from his trip of certifying troops on Howitzers, and I was so glad to have him back. During those 4 days he was gone I was the sickest I have been in years. Micah was just coming off of his stomach bug when I caught it full force. Now with our little family replete, we snuggled in bed with our little man grinning like fools at one another.
As Micah began to rouse from his nap, Michael said, "Daddy's gotchya. Daddy's gotchya." Micah's little eyes popped wide open and wrapped his arms around his Daddy's neck so tight smiling like crazy. He immediately began to jabber...probably telling Daddy about the terrible noises Momma makes when she gets sick and how it scared him! LOL He kept on hugging Michael and giving him sugars. It made me cry to see how he held on to his Daddy.
For the rest of the evening they wrestled all over the house. Michael pushed Micah around in his big Tonka dump truck, and then he showed him how to push Pooh bear around in it. As the Super Bowl played in the background (we only really watched the commercials not being interested in it without the Broncos), Michael and Micah played with trains and trucks wearing out the carpet in the house.
Being that it was Sunday night and even though Daddy had just gotten in from work, he still had to be there at the armory bright and early this morning. Micah didn't understand that though and he wanted Daddy to stay up with him. It was a long hard fuss, but he finally went to sleep very late.
This morning I awoke to the sound of Micah crying. Michael was trying to leave for work, but Micah didn't want him to go. Michael actually left the bedroom shutting the door several times. But, he kept coming back in because it was breaking his heart to hear Micah cry for him. I finally got frustrated and told him that he was just going to have to go on... he couldn't. He came back in for one more snuggle putting Micah back in bed with me before he ran for the door. Micah cried himself back to sleep. Later I found Michael's soft cap on the kitchen table along with his lunch bag...
The general public simply can't understand how difficult it is on military families. I know it was so very hard to deal with a deployment right after Michael and I got together. I dread with most singularity that one more probably deployment before Michael retires.
