I found these photos in a box tonight. They were taken almost exactly 12 years ago, at Fort Stewart, Ga.
Donnie’s Army National Guard unit had been activated for deployment. For eleven weeks, we spent our weeks apart, then on weekends, drove four hours back and forth between our home and this base. Donnie had to stay there while we waited to hear when he’d be leaving for Iraq.
For eleven weekends, we said our “final” goodbyes, thinking it would be the last time we’d see each other for a year.
Needless to say, it was brutal on all of us.
I love these pictures of my precious guys, but they also make my stomach hurt a little, even today. Because I can’t forget how I was feeling when I took them.
It sure is hard to believe this sweet baby becomes a teenager in a few days.
He sure was a pretty baby. (He’s going to hate that I said that!)