If you want to be honest the deployment started in 2009 when we found out about it. Since then we have endured late nights and weeks of trainings and “in the field” and paperwork and FRG meetings and and briefings and the inevitable friction that comes when you know that the head of house is leaving.
Soon all that will be over and the ACU pattern will fade away and the loud booming voice will be replaced with a more tenor cell phone version and daddy dolls will replace solid hugs and we will conquer the commissary together every week, and figure out home school and MOPS and Erev Shabbat meal without Daddy. We will become self sufficient and strong in his absence and we will avoid sappy movies and fights over bills and eating out we will sing the Shema and Daddy’s favorite song and we will be strong.
We will cry and we will get angry and we will be strong.
This will hurt a lot and we will be strong.
We will be strong until the plane lands and the soldiers march into the hanger and we take him home and we store away the Daddy Dolls, and learn not to jump every time the phone rings, and conquer the commissary alone, and figure out where he fits back into MOPS and home school and Erev Shabbat. We will learn to lean on him and we will watch sappy movies and fight over bills and eating out and we will all sing the Shema and Daddy’s favorite song and we will be strong together.