My Boy is Back

Last night, at 11:15 p.m. (Central time), my oldest son completed the long and arduous journey that brought him home from Afghanistan and into the arms of his wife, from whom he's been separated for more than eight months. We don't have any details as of yet--just a quick message to let us know that he arrived safely--but we can imagine how joyous that reunion was. By now, he has had that first meeting with his adorable month-old twin daughters, and he was no doubt up most of the night last night helping with their feedings. I believe he must be about as happy as it's possible for a human being to be right about now. In two days, we will be flying out for the twins' Baptism, and we can hardly wait to see our son with his new little family.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has been keeping our boy, his wife, and his baby girls in their prayers all this time. Keep those prayers coming!

(Illustration--once again--supplied by my old stand-by, Norman Rockwell.)