The last time their daddy went anywhere, the big one wasn't even 3 yet.
And the little one hadn't turned 2.
This time, they're big.
And they understand that Daddy is leaving.
The big one is mad. I can only tell her I understand.
The little one keeps making me reassure her he is not going to the place with the war. Thankfully, I can do this.
And the mommy is starting to feel horrible that her amazing kids were born into this life. They didn't choose it. I did. Daddy did.
I can't stop thinking about all military children. We ask so much of people who are so little.