I had a horrible time sleeping the night before. I kept waking up and looking at the clock, like I would miss it or something. It was awful. By the time I actually fell asleep, it was just about time to get up. My stomach was in knots so I couldn't eat. Goose was anxious to go. Baby S was cranky. Oye, what a day!
We arrived to the base rather quickly, found parking and was waiting nearly 3 hours early. Thankfully the FRG provided things to do. We made 5 more signs, ate food, chatted and waited.
Finally, I spotted the ship pulling into the area. My heart skipped a beat. Or five.
However, after another 45 minutes of waiting while the ship pulled in, my heart was no longer fluttering. It was more that my patience was wearing thin. Goose understood that her daddy was so close, Baby S was done, and my photographer wasn't allowed on the pier.
So we waited a little bit longer until the gates opened and we walked onto the pier. As I passed men and women in uniforms looking for their loved ones, my heart began to pound.
Finally, I saw 2 arms waving in the crowd. As my eyes focused, I laid eyes on my husband. Goose found her daddy and while Baby S didn't know it, her daddy was home.