The tears didn’t fill the corners of my eyes until we were on our way to the airport. One of his favorite songs (Aganjú) bounced softly from the speakers. I turned around and watched him stare out the window, singing along in his high-pitched jibberish and timely cadence. I smiled at the crumbs on his scrunched up face and tiny fingers. He is now about 600 miles away. He doesn’t even know he’ll wake up and daddy and I won’t be there. Abuela, abuelo, tía, and primo will love him just as sweetly.
I imagine time will go by quickly, but today feels so slow. The song of sacrifice and goodbyes, the tune of a military wife is one I haven’t quite learned to sing…but I’m practicing.