My son was born March 24th, 2003.
5 days before the life changing birth of my first child, the war in Iraq began.
Every phone call of congratulations mixed with worry and sadness. Every moment of joy, marred by CNN in the background. Every visitor with gifts and head shaking as they talked of the news.
Every single moment of my son’s life we have been at war.
His uncle is on his second tour in Iraq. Not first, second.
His cousins are stationed in Germany with their Mother and a new sister who has yet to meet her Dad.
I’ve spent five years grabbing the remote to change the channel quickly before little eyes see burned out convoys and dead bodies on the news.
I’ve spent five years biting my tongue as family marches off to serve.
I’ve spent five years looking at photos, always seeing the background before the bouncing baby.
Five. Years. Too. Many.
*edited at 4pm march 19th-smalled child is passed out on my living room floor. Not sure we’re going to make the vigil. Please join the blogswarm.