My husband left one month ago today [technically yesterday since I now have insomnia] for Afghanistan. Coincidentally, my husband is my best friend and my biggest supporter, and I tell him everything. Correction - told. I still do when we get to talk, but there are ten billion things going on in my life and I forget little details. Details I don't want to forget. To save myself from blowing up his inbox, or becoming one of those crazies that posts an update every few minutes, I figured I would start a blog. Writing to Nathan and keeping him updated on the lives of our children and I is a release for me. It makes me feel closer to him, which is a feeling I love. So, here goes.
Month one is down.. and it flew by. I still can't believe it is over, and I survived it without any hospital trips or mental breakdowns. Alright.. there was one hospital trip, but just for our daughter Hallie, who was sick. On the surface, it was pretty uneventful. But in reality, there was a lot of life lived this month. Life didn't stop or even slow down when he left, and that I am thankful for. I expected much worse. Don't get me wrong, I miss my husband and think of him constantly. But I haven't been a mopey mess everyday. I haven't gorged myself in chocolate, or sat around in sweats everyday. I've realized I am much stronger than I have ever imagined I could be.
So, about that life..
Our youngest, Kyle, turned 5 months old. He got his first two teeth, one on his sister's second birthday, and one on his 5 month birthday. He has become an expert at rolling over, and will do so five or six times in the time it takes me to change his diaper. His personality is developing RAPIDLY. He loves to laugh at his sister, open wide for kisses, and play with his newly discovered fingers and toes. He is really starting to 'talk' and it is one of the sweetest sounds I have ever heard. The only sounds he makes are squeals and giggles. AKA, he doesn't cry, like ever. And when he does, his big sissy Hallie is there to soothe him.
Hallie had her second birthday after Nathan left. She has aged so much in the last month. She is now putting words together, and she is stuck up her Papa's butt! She is absolutely hooked on popsicles - eats at least 5 a day. She shares them with Kyle, and if my dad [Papa] is home, she has to bring him one so they can eat them together. She has learned to play the blame game. When she makes a mess, and you ask her 'Who made that mess?!' she immediately responds "MATT!". [Matt is my oldest younger brother; her uncle]. She is quite the entertainer, and is always running around doing something. She likes to crinkle her nose, make the duck face, and fake people out. Her phrase of the week is 'I'm gonna getchuuuu'.
I could write a book about my children and all of the things they do.. and before this year is over you will get tired of hearing me brag on them and talk about them. I love them more than anything in the world, and they are the things keeping me going right now. Everytime I look at them I see a small piece of Nathan - literally and figuratively.. they resemble him so much it is scary. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
That is all for tonight. We love and miss you, Nathan.
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