So Husband is gone now and with every flying machine that wings its way overhead, I hear a little voice from the back seat – “Is that Daddy?” and I say “No, that’s not Daddy,” and my heart sinks a little at knowing this conversation will continue for what feels like a million months, because my boy loves flying things, and oh, he loves his daddy.
And I love his daddy too and I would hitch a ride on any flying thing to get to him, a half a world away, my boring man.
I met him in a flying machine, I fell in love with him there, and gave up the only other place my soul ever called home to raise his babies and, oh, I would hitch a ride on any flying thing to get to him, to weave my hand in his, to rest my head in the space under his chin, where I fit just right and the whole world gets quiet and smells like safe.
And my Wee Man tells me, “I fly airplanes like Daddy. {He gets a little confused.} I go up and down. I not scared.”
Little man … we can be brave together, and love our flying machines, and wish we could hitch a ride on any and all of them to get to this man I will love until the sun grows cold.
A man who loves us well and serves his country brave and solid.
I promise I won’t write about this much – I said I would but I changed my mind … it feels too manipulative. However many of you have been asking his whereabouts and I wanted to wait a little for security reasons. So now you know. Thanks in advance for all your prayers for our wee family.
Craning his neck to see Dad in formation. 
The National Anthem. She’s confused, but it is too cute to correct, and everyone else is doing it!
~M.
LInking up with the lovely Lisa Jo, and the Five Minute Friday crew who love on me from all over the country.
My heart feels for you and your little family. I’m pretty sure a friend of mine from church was in that hanger with her little girl and boy the other day too. Prayers for all of them!
Thanks! I was just thinking of you the other day. How are you? How is that baby coming along?
So far, so good! It’s a girl 🙂 Husband was so convinced it was a boy and was a little shocked to hear different! But I’m 23 weeks and the weeks are going by faster now.
Good! Hope to see you again soon…as soon as they get watchcare back!
Our little ones always get upset when dad is gone. Praying for your family to have peace and restful nights, especially for you!!
thinking of you……love who i knew years ago would become the woman you are today….
🙂 Love you.
So thankful that I got to meet you last month. I love these flying machines, too, and I know all too well the sound of the little man asking “Is that daddy” as each passes overhead. I love it when my little man says “I want to fly helicockers like daddy”. Melts my heart. Praying for you, friend… and for your husband. Always. {{hugs}}
Likewise:) Thank you for the prayers. I know you traveled this road.
My husband has only been a plane ride away once, for a funeral over a weekend. And I don’t have much to say, and I wasn’t going to comment because what place do I have to say anything? But I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for all of your sacrifice and your little man’s sacrifice and for all the day in day out where you do without for all of us. Just thank you.
Sister … you always have a place here because our foundation is a Savior and not defined by circumstance but by His sacrifice and your words MATTER to me. Your prayers MATTER to me.
Absolutely beautiful. I feel so blessed to have read this.
Oh how I love you and your words! Praying friend!
I love you, Molly!! Praying for you and your littles while he’s gone. Come see me in FL for a break and some sunshine. 😉
What a tender love and family. Sometimes to fly, oh fly to him, we rest in our hearts with Him. Praying for blessings for you.
This was simply beautiful. I could could see right into your heart as you described so vividly your longing to have your husband home. Simply beautiful! Stopping by from FMF. have a great weekend!
Praying, praying, Molly. Such sweet images of your little ones, and such beautiful words.