This was my view as I was leaving Baghdad for the last time a few days ago. As I write, I am in a loud, hot passenger terminal (tent) in Qatar, awaiting my flight home. I will reunite with my family in about 24 hours and the excitement and adrenaline levels are high - which is why I have meds to help me sleep on the way home. In the past few days, I have played the reunion with my family in my brain a hundred times. More so than any event in my life. And I think I know why...with my marriage, I knew what to expect but I was still nervous, with Will's birth, I did not know what to expect, but I was nervous. Now, I do know what I am going home to, a supporting and loving, beautiful and caring wife, and two, yep, two children that I love dearly, even though I have yet to meet one. And, I am not nervous. Some might wonder why I am comparing to a wedding or birth, but this is that big of a life event for me. Being separated from my family for about 7 months and reuniting with them is a big deal for us. To us, it is the beginning of our family time again. Jami and I have a new appreciation for all those that are separated from their families for a significant time. Often, they make it look easy, but it is not. Many times we asked each other how we would deal with it when/if we were in that situation. At the time, we did not have an answer. But we do now, we just do it, we deal with it, we rely on our faith and love and get through it. Now, we are on the brink of getting through it and we are happy, and thankful for all of you out there that helped us though our time apart, we appreciate everything.
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