The Ogre is home. I picked him up at midnight last night, and I’ve spent every spare minute since then sneaking kisses, holding his hand, and watching him play with the kids. My neighbor sent this video to me yesterday because it made her think of us:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kS8RTRi7HA&feature=g-logo-xit
It’s perfect. Five weeks was a long time, but I’d wait longer if I had to. Don’t get me wrong, I hope I never have to again. But seeing our kids leap onto the bed this morning, screaming “Daddy!”, feeling his hand rest heavy on my stomach while our unborn son moves within, drifting off to sleep with his fingers wrapped around mine, and waking up to the heaviest snores in the world after five long weeks of waking up to silence…it was worth it. It’s always worth it, no matter what “it” is, if it means that we’re together in in the end.