January 22, 2010


I am prone to mushiness these days, so perhaps it's not surprising that looking at photos of my husband and me from last summer before he left for Afghanistan would make me all sentimental.

He hates having his picture taken.  Hates it.  And yet he lets me do it constantly.  He poses and fake smiles for me, and every once in a while I get a real smile or a smirk that only he can make.  Those are the photos I like to look at when he's gone, to see his grimaces and laughter, the faces he makes every day.  The real him.

We had so much fun in Las Vegas.  When we were there, AWTM called and said she was envious...that we were still just a couple, that we could jet off to Vegas whenever we wanted.  She said she and her husband took a trip shortly before SR was born, and that they still talk about it and what a great trip it was, just the two of them.  And that because my husband was leaving and I was supposed to be doing IVF while he was gone, that this too was our last trip just as a couple, and to enjoy ourselves.

And I look at those photos from Vegas, and I had our baby inside me already and didn't know it.  I think it's wonderful to have so many photos of us in that brief time when our baby already existed but we didn't know it yet.

I look at how happy we are in those photos and I just feel so lucky and blessed.  And I know it's only going to get better.

I miss him very, very much.  I can't wait to see him again.

And take his picture.

Holding his daughter.

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