It reminded me of when Junior was born.
Gunner came home two days before Junior was born on R&R, and left when he was 13 days old. I was left with three kids, lots of stitches (TMI, I know), and I didn't know if I should wish the remaining 6 months away or not.
I looked at Junior every day and saw how much he was changing, and I just wanted to savor every last minute with him, because he was my last baby. I knew Gunner was missing his first smile, his first laugh, and a lot of other firsts, which made me sad.
In the end I just took it one day at a time, and it was all good. The second half of the deployment did fly by, so I was happy about that but also sad.
Now I find myself in a similar but very different position. Junior is growing up fast. Em's a teenager, Abs is Abs, and he's missing it all. Sometimes I wish time would just fly by and he could be home. The sad part is, that once he is home it won't be long till Junior is in Kindergarten (assuming he ever potty trains) and we have no "little" ones anymore.
(meeting his son 6 months later 2006)
Where did the time go?