This month is month of the military child. A month to honor the kids who sacrifice so much.
After Z has been gone, if only for a couple hours I love seeing the kids welcome him home.
He’s been away for 3 days this time. When A saw him she ran, skipped, hopped across the parking lot and then jumped onto her arms while screening Dada the whole way.
Being in the military is tough and it’s no easier on the kids. People say they know nothing different, it’s their normal, they’re resilient. It’s still hard on them. Seeing the reaction upon reunion makes is feel better.