After 7 Months Apart...

...my heart was whole again. I cannot believe it's December 30th; one year ago today, I was anxiously awaiting a car service to pick me up from my parents house and drive me to the airport. I was waiting to get through security, sit at the gate, and wait.
Wait for what?
This. This moment right here.
After 7 months apart, my heart would be whole again for two whole weeks. Z was home from Afghanistan a short 14 days and during that time, we would be welcoming our baby boy, and making up for 7 months of lost time together.
Today, we celebrate those feelings, the first kiss, the first hug. We celebrate our love, we celebrate a safe return, and we celebrate family.