Remembering the tears as we had to say goodbye.
Remembering the sleepless nights filled with worry.
Remembering why the leaving must happen, why good men must go to war.
Remembering all the small moments missed, all the times thoughts wanted to be shared and couldn't.
Remembering the smiles and shouts of joy as he
walked through the door last night.
Daddy is home.
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