We sure know who our friends are. Amazing people who trekked to the airport, to stand with us as we waited to welcome Alex home. Beautiful people we call them, spending their Saturday night with us, driving to PDX, paying for parking and waiting……waiting. I think about the little things that add up to a great big gesture. They’re not things to be overlooked, no. They mean a lot and speak volumes. I have a friend I met online, while following her blog about 4 years ago. It was the occasional comment that grew into a closer bond and last year I met her in person. But only once have we met. And last Saturday, she and her husband(whom I’ve never met) drove an hour and a half each way to be at the airport with us. That’s pretty damn awesome and completely humbled us, such goodness and love. Those that stood with us, they are who we call friend…….and all gifts to us.
waiting…………….
………..these are our friends who drove such a long distance
………and home, showered, clothes changed and a several bottles of champagne passed around
We are on vacation this week. Time to be completely available for our boy and help him ease back into life. A week surely won’t be all he needs but a solid and reliable mom and dad front will give him a good boost. Unless you’ve lived with a soldier home from war, you have no idea what it means. I know I didn’t. They don’t simply arrive home and carry on with the life they left. They don’t know where they fit in or if they do at all anymore. Following orders for 14 months isn’t easily turned off and it leaves them unsure of how to act now that no one is telling them what to do. No quick movements and no unannounced touching him from behind. The seat where he can see everything in the room and have nothing behind him is where he needs to sit. These are a few mannerisms that we have noticed and will absolutely support. Whatever he needs, whatever it takes. He has only been home for three days and is doing well for what he went through………..time will be his healer.
