I start taking call again tomorrow....the night before a call is always sad because I know the following night I won't get to hear the prayers or get a kiss or cuddle up behind my husband... So while I have chosen the life I am leading, it makes it no easier to leave on the mornings of call.
Tonight, though, I tucked him, said our prayers, sang Jesus Loves Me....and I was walking out of the room. He said "No, mommy. I need you in the bed." I laid down next to him and he curled up against me and wrapped his little arm around my neck. I did not cry. I just laid there, soaking in these fleeting moments.