Practically every night before bed Greta asks me how many more days until she gets to see her Daddy. Practically every night after Greta goes to bed, after she has asked me how many more days until she gets to see her Daddy, I try not to cry.
Do you remember sitting in the hard wooden chairs in elementary school and watching the seconds tick by on the clock? It seemed like each unbearable minute before lunch, recess, or the end of school took years to go by. That's how this deployment feels. Time is frozen. I am an adult so I can't even imagine how long it seems for a little girl who struggles to use "yesterday" and "tomorrow" correctly in her conversations.
She does understand cake. Thank goodness for cake.
Picture: Madison, Ella, Greta, and Gigi