Thursday, September 9, 2010

The saddest part of the trip to see Josh was on the way home from the St. Louis airport, back to Moberly. Maddison fell asleep right away, but Mason had slept some on the plane, so he was awake for awhile. Funny how you don't really realize that Mason (age 3) is getting the whole being gone from Dad situation. The car was quiet, and from the back seat came a quiet little voice that said: " Mommy," Amanda answered, "yes, Mason", then "I really, really, really love my Daddy". His voice was breaking with emotion, and you could tell that he was trying so hard not to cry. That was all it took. Amanda and I had both been holding back tears. . . but they let lose with that. A few minutes later he was asleep. But it was almost like he had to get that off his chest before he could rest. Ah, and we think children don't understand life. When in fact, they have it much more figured out than the rest of us do.

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