The curtain lifts to a sea of camouflage. Boots. Legs. Faces.
But I can’t find you.
We walk down the center of the room…letting you find us.
There you are.
Slow motion. Can’t get there fast enough. This moment suspended in time. Everyone else disappears.
Strong arms that hold tightly.
Moments before, our little angel face bursts into tears. Waiting. She could wait no longer to see her daddy.
No one knows the days, the hours, the seconds, the moments missed without you like we do. Missing a piece of ourselves.
But now you are home. We are whole again.