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The Blog Post I’ve been waiting to write

After 6 1/2 months of being heart broken…

My best friend’s HOME!

There’s so much I could say.

 He’s been home a few days now. Tears have been shed with more to come. 7 children have their daddy back and a wife has her husband. We’ve had moments hidden amidst the mundane that were so sweet it’s been almost too much to bear. Yet the memories of the pain are still fresh. So much pain. Time lost where we were all so broken inside without each other.

Now it’s over.

He’s home where he belongs.

Glory be to God!

I am so grateful to Jesus! To my friends who were intercessors for us. To Jesus’s holy Mother who was a constant comfort to me and my family. She was my own mother even though she didn’t birth me. She lovingly took me and placed me under her mantle where she kept me close when I needed her most even after all the years of not acknowledging what an amazing woman she was and how much she loved me. After all, it was her humble yes that has given us Our Savior. And it is she who is battling for and with us right now as we walk through this earth. She is my hero. My mother. My friend.

I am so grateful to intercession of the saints who live on as our powerful friends, only their bodies “dead.”

I have learned so much during this last year.
I have been humbled.

I have once again been shown that I am not as smart as I thought I was.

I am so grateful to so many, some alive by worldy standards and to so many that live on spiritually, helping us humbly without any acknowledgement. My friend Saint Francis is one of them, a man who while alive and even after his earthy body stopped working is an inspiration to so many including me.

I have battled demons and won.

I have seen one miracle after another.

I have cried one tear after another.

I thought those 6 months would turn into an eternity and yet last week as I stood in a sea of Air Force uniforms, an Airman friend of mine looked at me and said the words I won’t soon forget…

“There he is! I see him. Go to him.”

Walking through all the people I made my way to where some were coming out of glass doors after leaving their planes.

And there he was….


I stood frozen.

He saw me and stopped short, telling me to come to him.

I did- one foot in front of the other.

He took me into his arms and I began to shake, tears escaping my eyes. Was I dreaming? Could it really be his strong arms that I was feeling wrapped around me? Was he really home?

I don’t know how long he and I stood there holding each other and crying. I can tell you this. There was no one else there in that moment other and than he and I. It was just like it was the day we married. It was just he and I again.

My beloved and I.

And next would be him reuniting with our children, all 7 of them. Two of our children were very small when he left. One couldn’t hardly lift his head. He was so tiny he didn’t even smile. His brother 10 months older wasn’t walking yet and had only a couple of teeth. Now that one runs all over, has a mouth full of teeth and a huge vocabulary. His baby brother has one tooth, is crawling all over and has a smile that could melt the hardest of hearts.  I was so worried how they would react to him. I am happy to say that they both shocked me, esp. our youngest! It took him less than 5 minutes to realize who his daddy was.

I’ll let you see for yourself.

Here are a few pictures. I hope you are blessed by them. Thank you to all of you who were praying for us this past year!






And my favorite…


Till next time…





{ 3 comments… add one }
  • Cathy Tauzin November 2, 2016, 4:06 pm

    Love reading this! We are SOOO happy for you and all the positives in your lives! Mom and Dad are smiling, too! <3

    Love and kisses to all of you……<3 <3 <3
    Your sis,

  • lori November 8, 2016, 2:47 pm

    He’s home. “I remember using those words to many times” horary and hugs to you.

  • KristyQuinn December 6, 2016, 2:30 am

    I’m just now seeing these comments. Thank you both! 🙂

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