My cousin Marc just returned home from a ten-month stint in Iraq. We were with him and his family tonight. To see his face, hug his neck, to see those sparkling, inky eyes of his dance when he told wild stories from other, more sandy lands or talked about his lovely wife or his delightful children, it was all such a gift. The very reality of his safe return is not to be taken for granted, and we are grateful that his feet are back on familiar turf.
10 April 2010
WELCOME HOME, SOLDIER
My cousin Marc just returned home from a ten-month stint in Iraq. We were with him and his family tonight. To see his face, hug his neck, to see those sparkling, inky eyes of his dance when he told wild stories from other, more sandy lands or talked about his lovely wife or his delightful children, it was all such a gift. The very reality of his safe return is not to be taken for granted, and we are grateful that his feet are back on familiar turf.
