So early this morning I felt my son tugging on my arm trying to climb in the bed. So I pick him up laying him between my wife and I. I fell back to sleep for awhile and forgot he was in the bed. I tried to roll over on my back but I thought my wifes arm was in my way. So I grab what I think is her hand to move it so I can turn over. What the hell? Its a little foot. lol So Gabe was hogging the bed and my pillow. I woke up on the edge of the bed with my head on the edge of my pillow. While my son has his hands folded behind his head with a majority of my pillow spread out over most of the bed. I'm glad you're comfortable little punk. lol So I go to lay him in his bed and now I'm wide awake.
For some reason I started thinking about the war in Iraq and how it is finally coming to an end. Its a bitter sweet victory for me.
The Bitter: The Fallen Soldiers we have lost along the way and the wounded. Each of their stories burn deep in my heart and I will never forget. It reminds me to love deeper, laugh harder, to share and live my dreams. To live life to the fullest because tomorrow is never promised to anyone. I hug my family tighter because some Soldiers will never be able to hold their family again.
The Sweet: The war is ending in Iraq. Soon all the Soldiers deployed to Iraq will return home. I pray for their safe return and I hope that time is kind and gets them home quickly to their family and loved ones.
I also hope they close doors to Afghanistan and bring all the troops home. Well my little boy is up. Time to start our day. I hope everyone has a great day.
