I left work to come home and take care of a sick baby :( Brian called me about 10:45 and Ethan had thrown up. He called again at 11:00 and he had thrown up again. I grabbed my stuff and headed home. Now I am sitting on the couch, which is covered in towels (just in case), watching tv.
Yesterday I posted about our first year of marraige. The second year is kind of a blur. Not because it was bad but because Brian was deployed to Iraq. He left in January for San Diego, went to Kuwait in February and was the first group to cross the border in March. I got to talk to him once on the phone, he called from the UN Building. And the next time was to say he was coming home. I remember he called me from the airport once he finally got to the States. He was so excited to see toilets and running water again.
He continued working out at the base on active duty for several months. It worked out perfectly since American Airlines had layoffs after layoffs. His last day of active duty he received a letter from American offering full-time positions back.
For our second anniversary we treated ourself to a trip to DisneyWorld. Disney was offering a great package for military personnel. It was a great way to celebrate us and his return.
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Oh no, a sick baby! Do you remember that morning when Ethan almost projectile-vomited on us? You may not remember, cause I'm sure you've had many of those moments, but it was a first for me, so it stands out in my mind.
Isn't it neat the way God guides our relationships?
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