I’m in Iraq and longing for home. It’s been almost four months since I’ve seen my wife and kids or my grandson. While I get a good feeling from being over here and helping soldiers get home alive and well, I and the people I work with pay a huge emotional price every day. I love it and I hate it. So just to make me feel better, here’s a huge hug and kiss for Cathy, Becky, Rachel, Andrew, Allie, and Josh. I love you all and I’ll see you soon.
I also miss crawfish, crabs, shrimp Po-Boys at Pecks, and the taste of my mothers seafood gumbo. I miss the steam of the summer heat and the dampness of the winter cold. I miss pine trees and the rain. I miss watching TV in bed with my wife and I miss the sound of my kids laughing in the next room. I want to go home and watch my youngest daughter play softball. I want to go to watch day at dance class. I want to see my grandson learn to walk. I want to go to work knowing I’ll see my family that night. I’d give anything to be assaulted by the million daily aggravations that ordinary life brings in a 24 hour period. I want to see the New Orleans Hornets win an NBA Championship and see who the New Orleans Saints draft.
But mostly, I want to tell my family I love them in person.