And let the prayers never stop...
Dan called me last nite at like 1am, to let me know that I'm not forgotten in his air force-induced rush to Iraq, and to let me know that he was shipping out this morning. Let me tell you, the tears still sit at the edge of my eyes, waiting for me to weaken and let them fall. But I figure if he's strong enough to go there and protect the US and help the Iraqis to be free, then I can be strong enough to miss him and be grown up about it. I miss him terribly. I can't wait til July, when he thinks he'll be allowed to come home finally. Today marked 2 years exactly since we've seen him. Let him never leave your thoughts or prayers, and hopefully he'll return to us safely.