Missing my lover, my husband, my soldier, my hero...

My husband will never get back the day our son was born without him here. He can never go back and hug me or kiss me when I was feeling the most frustrated and alone. He will never get back the first 10 months or so of our son's life. He can never go back and watch first hand, our son's first smile or giggle. He will never know how precious our child looked in the light of the moon when he would awaken in the middle of the night.
I can never go back and be there when my husband first stepped foot in Iraq not knowing what would lay ahead. I can never go back and hold his hand during the memorial services for all the friends we lost. I will never get back the chance to say thank you or good bye to my boys who died serving our great nation. I will never know the fear my husband must have felt going out on those missions.
We can never get back all our nights we had to sleep alone. We can never go back and kiss and hold each other when we so badly needed it this year. We will never know exactly how each other felt this past year when we would go to sleep alone continents apart.
I will share with my husband all the details of his sons first year, in hopes he will be able to feel some of the happiness I have felt. I will thank my husband for all that he has done for our country. I will kiss and hug my husband, trying to make up for all the times I wanted to but couldn't. I will be at the airport waiting for him when he come's home for R&R and again when his tour is over. My husband will hold and cherish our son, making a bond he wasn't able to during this past year. My husband will know how much he was missed. My husband will eagerly take on the role of "daddy". We will lay together at night not sleeping just holding eachother. We will try to make up for this year apart with more love than anyone could know.

Missing my lover, my husband, my soldier, my hero........