I'm learning how fun it is when we do "family" things. I remember wondering how it would be to make memories with my own kids, my own family, and now I actually am. Sometimes it's overwhelming but for the most part, it's so surreal.
They're not fans of Moma not feeling good. Daddy isn't either, but he doesn't complain. They are quick to cuddle and make every attempt to help me. They never cease to amaze me. Each day I am greeted with a new level of love. They push me beyond any level I thought I could reach and bring me back to reality when I need it.
The last few weeks have been sort of a whirlwind. A lot of things and a lot of stuff. We're looking forward to Christmas. With no deployment next year, we are loving the thought of having Daddy home a whole week with us without dreading the month ahead. Although we'd love to be with our other family, we know being together here in our home will be just as special.