Petey stood sadly looking out the front door this afternoon.
“Baughn,” was all he said.
“Vaughn’s at his Grandma’s house,” I said, trying to be upbeat.
“I didn’t say goodbye,” he said.
Peter is not yet three. I’m amazed at his grasp of the situation. Vaughn’s stuff got loaded on a truck yesterday. They are staying with family until they move on to their next assignment.
Vaughn’s mom was cleaning the house today, and she promised me the kids would be around on Monday. She, though, is scheduled to work all week. And then we’ll be gone.
And so we hugged and speculated that perhaps she wouldn’t have to go in on Thursday and then this would not really be goodbye, and then we said goodbye, for now.
And that was hard enough.
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Even if it’s “part of the military life”, it hurts to move and also to watch others move. We’ll be doing so again next year. The ordrers aren’t “cut” yet, but it’s very strong for Oahu. Three years in the middle of an ocean. It will be nice to be on the Pacific again, but . . . God bless you all on the journey!!
Not sure why I’m so hairtrigger emotional today, but I’m getting a little bit teary thinking of Petey wishing he had said good-bye to his friend… 😦Thank you for making this constant stream of sacrifices; and thanks to your little ones too, even though they don’t get to choose.