FI is home. Two arms, two legs, ten fingers, ten toes and everything in between. He is perfectly safe and healthy.
His plane came in at 2:45 am Tuesday morning. I picked up his parents from the hotel around 1:20, we drove on post and headed to the 'airport.' We waited around in the cold for a while, but it was really exciting. They made an announcement
that the plane was in sight, and everyone hurried outside to see. As soon as we could spot the lights on the plane, everyone started cheering, kids started chanting 'daddy, daddy, daddy,' and some of us (not me of course!) started sobbing
like fools. The excitement and joy in the crowd was palpable and overwhelming. (no pics of the plane, as the Air Force did not allow us to take pics outside)
As the guys got in formation, we headed inside to get a good spot in the front so we could see them. They marched in in formation and sang a couple songs. The commander made a few remarks.

Finally, the guys were released and the madness began. Luckily, I spotted my handsome soldier from across the room and ran to him (he lost his glasses a few months ago, so there was no way he would have spotted me!). Hugging him for the
first time....it was like finally being able to breathe again. I was happy. I was whole. 



After 15 minutes, the guys had to head back on buses to turn in their weapons, etc. We followed them over and around 5:30 they were released. I was very pleased with how quickly they pushed through all that work. And they even gave them the day
off! Sweet!
Today, I held his hand. I hugged him. I kissed him. I watched him laugh. I saw him. I heard him. I felt him. There are just no words to describe how happy I am. I feel like my life just began again.