It is rapidly approaching...that time when they will once again say goodbye to their schools, their teams, their friends and their lifes.
Mackenzie was in tears Wednesday when I picked her up...things are all up in the air...she is sad and elated at the same time - this is huge for her little shoulders and her big heart. So, dad has kept her close to him all week and will continue to do so, he will make the extra trip to get her after school, so she can be at his site and by his side.
Rayna is showing a little anger, which is normal and heartbreaking. She is now the oldest sister and the little ones look up to her to see how she is handeling the transition. Although she isn't takling about it right now, I can see the stress in her face and the resignation...she has no control in this situation.
Tori is happy we will be closer to her and I am proud of the way that she has taken more time to talk and text her sisters, especially Rayna. It makes me proud that she understands what we are going through even when she is swamped with finals. She is one of the blessing of our transfer.
Dailen understands the move and then doesn't. It is hard for her to grasp when we say things, like this is our last trip to the Zoo...I am glad that she has three big sisters who are veterans at this and will help her out when it finally hits her.
The next three years are going to be very hard for all of us and right now I am just praying that I will stay in Pensacoloa...although I have already been told that it is highly likely that I will be deployed either to Kuwait for 6 months or for a year in the sand operationally. I will know more when I check-in...
So, I love you girls and I am so proud of you and the sacrifices you make for us as a family and us as a Nation.
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I know that you guys all left wonderful comments before...I moved this post down from the customized section, so I could save it.
Mackenzie wrote us the most heart-wrenching letters last Saturday Night...she is really stressed, but we are talking about how we are going to make this work, so that is good.
Oh, poor baby, she will work it out.... just let her cry and vent.. and be mad at everyone if need be... that's the best medicine.... I love all you girls and boy(Paul).... can't wait to see all of you.. and get hugs and kisses...
be strong...
Aunt Marci....
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