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PRIVATE ENTRY
22:43 Oct 23 2008
Times Read: 668


• • • • PRIVATE JOURNAL ENTRY • • • •

Met at the door.
20:21 Oct 11 2008
Times Read: 684

Met at the door.

Denise Davio

10-11-2008



Barely in the driveway and the door is tossed open and there is a fight.

A tangle of bodies, arms and legs struggle to be the first out of the confined space.

Giggling and laughter as strangled tears of emotion cut off in a moment of excitement that has been building for hours it seems.

The mass moves towards its intended target and then collides.

Jumping, clinging, grasping hands while legs wrap around and holding tightly.

I stand back and I smile, a shared look is given before attention is focused upon the mob.

One child has completely wrapped himself around him; the other is clinging to his side in desperation of the hug she is receiving.

The barely contained shouts of joy at his return have been soothed slightly as he speaks to each together and then in turn.

Tears of joy and words of love exchanged.

The pleading of our son for dad to not leave him again is almost overwhelming.

That is a conversation that will have to be had here very soon, but for now the homecoming is a contented one.

A single request for help with rucksack and duffle has been issued and duel responses have been echoed back.

The van is emptied and the house is filled.

They have been up since shortly after I left at 2:30 am, they have been waiting and entertaining themselves in anticipation.

The missing part of the heart of our home has returned and we are grateful.

Returned
20:08 Oct 11 2008
Times Read: 686

Returned

Denise Davio

10-11-2008



Excitement tempered by anxiousness

“Where is he?”

One, two, three, seven, ten, fifteen, “Where is he?”

I have seen just about everyone even survived the comments of one, “Where is he?”

“I have missed you.” I hear it in my ear behind me.

Spinning and turning, fingers reaching out in an instant and grasping a hold of fabric.

“Your home!”

Drawn into welcoming arms, the scent capturing me and holding me captive.

My heart soaring upon the sheer pressure of his presence.

My words whispered, private. “My beloved, welcome home, I have missed you beyond words.”

His words filled with a deep-seated desire and fulfillment. “My beloved, I will always come home to you, that is my mission.”

Within his eyes I am already lost, swimming the seas of questions and responses, the waves of promises that have been kept and that will be fulfilled.

The missing part of me has been returned, my heart is whole and my soul is complete once more.

“Let’s get you home.”

Barely a whisper upon the wind is heard. “I want nothing more then to do that.”

Welcome home my beloved soldier.

Spinning
07:35 Oct 07 2008
Times Read: 702




I feel that things are slowly but certainly spinning out of control.

On one hand I have things so organized that I can pick things up at a given moment and go.

On the other hand I have this overwhelming sense that I am balanced on the line and the smallest of breezes is going to topple me over.



Where do I draw the line of what I can and can't do?

When do I say NO.. I will not be party to this anymore?



I have spent weeks organizing this meeting tonight, putting a great many hours into research and gathering information that was claimed to be needed. I arranged guest speakers and child care for toddlers; I secured the meeting location and made the power point slides for everything. I was so proud of myself, that even though I was feeling a bit overwhelmed I did it.. I towed the line and I put out a product that was above board and exactly what was claimed was needed.

Of all the people that wanted this meeting, who wanted this information there where two people other then myself and my two children there. I was embarrassed when the guest speaker showed and it was just us, not even a third of the people that said they would be there.



Am I just taking on too much? Is it always going to be like this? Should I continue to bother with this high standard of work from myself? Do I keep putting myself out there on the line to be the only one that is going to be there when it’s all said and done?



I don’t want things to become mandatory, but it is looking like that is how its going to be. JW was not happy and I could see it in her eyes, she complimented me on my work but I felt like I let her down. I got everyone contacted that I had the information for, I left messages and voice mails. I talked to people and made sure the when, where and importance was put out there for the taking.



I guess my ambitions are getting the best of me. My desire to make things work, to get the correct information out there, to help. I am afraid that the line is turning slowly into a razors edge and I am going to slip. I am feeling shut out.



I made a commitment and I plan to stick to it, but I refuse to force things on people. I can only do and give so much before I have to say no.



I drew a line in the sand tonight.

Tomorrow I will see who crosses it.

Who knows, maybe someone else will step up and offer some assistance.

My love
07:13 Oct 01 2008
Times Read: 702






Though we are not together right now, for circumstances beyond our control, we will be again soon.



Soon I will get to shower you with kisses, love and affection that you deserve beyond measure.



Soon I will get to hold you in my arms and whisper soft words of comfort and soothing unto your soul.



Know that I cherish you beyond measure and I long for you beyond words.



You are that part of me that is a breath of sanity in a world of chaos, and I love you for it.



As our wedding anniversary comes with the dawn I am reminded of the day we exchanged vows of sacred meaning. They have never changed or faltered over the years.. And to you I say them again in a heartbeat.



We have been lucky that we have been able to have our first 5 wedding anniversaries together being in the Army.. I knew there would have to be a time when we would not be so lucky, and here it is.



I look forward to your return and know that I miss and love you.