It won't be like this for long

 I apologize for the cheesiness

He didn't have to wake up
He'd been up all night
Lying there in bed and listening
To his newborn baby cry
He makes a pot of coffee
He splashes water on his face
His wife gives him a kiss and says,
"It's gonna be okay"

"It won't be like this for long
One day we'll look back laughing
At the week we brought her home
This phase is gonna fly by
So baby, just hold on
It won't be like this for long"

Four years later, 'bout 4:30
She's crawling in their bed
And when he drops her off at pre-school
She's clinging to his leg
The teacher peels her off of him
He says, "What can I do?"
She says, "Now, don't you worry
This'll only last a week or two"

"It won't be like this for long
One day soon you'll drop her off
And she won't even know you're gone

This phase is gonna fly by
If you can just hold on
It won't be like this for long"

Someday soon she'll be a teenager
And at times, he'll think she hates him
And he'll walk her down the aisle
And raise her veil,
But right now she's up and cryin'
And the truth is that he don't mind
As he kisses her goodnight
And she says her prayers

He lays down there beside her
Till her eyes are finally closed
And just watching her it breaks his heart
'Cause he already knows

It won't be like this for long
One day soon that little girl is gonna be
All grown up and gone
And this phase is gonna fly by
So he's trying to hold on
It won't be like this for long
It won't be like this for long

 I love these kids!

Sorry Darius Rucker just sings to my heart***

I try to keep this in mind when I get really frustrated with Silas' terrible two year old fits or Clover's clingyness.  As hard as it can be, I will miss this.

Sunday night I received horrible news about a bad motorcycle accident east of Winfield.  My sister told me to check newscow.net because the guy that lost his life was an airman from McConnell.  When I looked my heart just sank.  It was someone I knew, I worked and interacted with almost on a daily basis.  Needless to say I didn't sleep well, I kept running through every conversation I had ever had with him.  He was a great guy and a wonderful supervisor, and he loved his family.  He was going to school, Pre-Med. He wanted to be a doctor. He had two sons and a very nice wife.  Stuff like this is hard for me to rationalize.  I don't think he's in a better place and I don't believe it was his time.  The better place was for him to be at home with his family.  I can't imagine her pain.  It makes me wonder every time I walk out the door if I'll make it back. Or if every morning when I kiss Greg goodbye as he leaves for work, if that will be the last time I see him.  Scary thoughts for me to deal with. I don't know what else to say.