Well, it’s mid-July and the Navy finally gave him back.
For 10 days.
As if that’s long enough!
Still, 10 days is 10 days, and it’s a whole lot more than we’ve had in six months.
Even though she talked about him all that time, said she missed him, asked where he was, and enjoyed “driving” his Mustang,
our little gal was very shy when he finally came home and she could hug her favorite cousin again. In her little life span, six months is a long time. She’d turned from four to five while he was away, and to a little gal, that is nearly forever!
It took some coaxing to get her to come out of hiding….
She sought shelter in Daddy’s arms…
…but finally, maybe it was the Navy uniform that makes many an American gal swoon, maybe it was the promise that she could wear his hat…
…I’m not sure exactly what worked, but finally, he got a hug and a smile from his little cousin.
Welcome home, Jon! We’ve missed you.