Just a four day leave.
And they say everything and do everything and love enough for months and countries apart?
And Tammy cooks all his favorites to show her love and to stay a heart breaking. But a love like that doesn't have to show for it breathes. She breathes in scents of baby skin and little boy sweat and favorite cologne.
He breathes in kisses of bobos and wiping of tears and fears and Mama, will you marry me?
Inhale memories and exhale hope. Strength. Faith.
For months now she has pulled him close and rocked and held him in her mind and waited for the day.
And today she will let him go and hold and rock the love that remains like babe on shoulder.
And his daddy - there is only one word - pride. For this is his son. HOOAH!
It will be a long road getting from there to back here.
Everyone that loves Ruben has a choice. And it is not hard. Choose to hate circumstances or choose to love faith. Choose to quit or choose to continue.
Or maybe there is no choice? For love lets you choose little - for what it is it just is.
And love chooses for us.
And it is love and faith and continuing.
Hold on to your faith. And on those days you can't find it go get some more . . . It is not far away - just a prayer.
For love is in any language and faith is in any country.
Near or far.
Till his boots walk this soil again . . .
and his mama holds him again while finally exhaling the fear that crowds.
And my girl - my girl beams giddy again.
