We’ve been quiet here, just focusing on family as we prepare for Charles’ upcoming departure. I don’t know if it’s really hit any of us yet, or even how we prepare for such a long separation. What do I tell my girls? Eva knows, but I know she doesn’t understand the length of time. And I worry about her. She is such a Daddy’s girl! How will she cope when her most favorite person isn’t here to cuddle her, comfort her and make her laugh? What about Charley? Who is too young to understand, but will cry for her daddy nonetheless? And then there’s me. I feel like someone is going to cut half of me off and take it away. THIS family is a unit, one that needs all of it’s parts to work right. I’m just scared I’ll screw it up or not do things right or just not be able to fill the part of both parents.
The one thing I know for sure is this.
God never gives us more than we can handle, so he must think I am one heck of a strong woman. And I guess if he thinks it, I can too. Just give me a few more tears and a lot of hugs and I’ll get through it.
Pray for my husband, that the Lord surround him with armor to keep him safe and bring him home to our family.

Tiffany