This is what I do, Darlin'...
Yeah, well...this is what I do...just make sure you come home.
'K...love you, bye...
Love you too, Weirdo.
Nighttime craziness was in full swing--kiddos were in the process of teeth brushing and shower protestations, kitty cat was starving and Sean was just finishing up dishes (oh, yeah--he does dishes too...told you he was Hot) when his phone rang. Possible bomb. Gotta go.
Soapy wet goodnight kisses from the showering little ones and my parting instructions to be careful and to come home in one piece sent him on his way.
Now...sitting here in a quiet house, dog not-so-softly snoring at my feet, my mind wanders. I think about ones we've known and lost. A friend who kissed her husband--father to her two little girls--goodbye and he didn't come home. At least not alive. A roadside IED just outside of Baghdad took care of that. He was EOD...his wife and I were stationed together. He knew his job--well trained, surrounded by other well trained men.
Don't worry...this is what I do.
I know. But then there's all of the stuff I don't know. And so I wait. I don't wait very well.
There's a book sitting on the table--one of Sean's Christmas gifts. He hasn't started it yet. Makes it fair game around here. See? Now he has to come home...so he can whine about me swiping his book.