Well, my sweet kiddos...this blog was supposed to about the year that your papa was deployed to the Middle East. I was going to write about all of our wonderful and sometimes not so wonderful adventures. I was going to write down all the cute things you said, I was going to write about all the craziness that ensues when you are one parent down and mom is outnumbered 4 to 1. I was going to write about how all said adventures/mishaps have resulted in numerous life lessons and personal growth for yours truly. Well, as you know Papa left last July, and this is the first time I have actually written anything down. Things haven't turned out quite like I've planned. I've lowered my expectations and this is what it boils down to: Survival. That's it. My hopes are that when your papa comes back in July that we are all still here, healthy and happy that he's home. This year has been tougher than I have ever imagined(more about that later), but the good news is we are almost done...well, done for now anyway. Hopefully, Ellie, ZZ, Razzie and Gus, from this first post you have learned at least one thing. It's never too late to start something, to change your course and try to accomplish what you've set out to accomplish. I love you all more than you could ever imagine. Here's to new or should I say delayed beginnings? Cheers!
