Valentine's Day 2004 I sent my husband off to war. Five-months pregnant, crying kids in tow, I waddled my way to my seemingly empty car, trying to pick up the rattled pieces of my heart the Army just put on a plane, still feeling his embrace and breath on my skin.
How was I ever to do this alone? What if he couldn't get back in time to see our child's birth?
I was stricken with anger, pain, and so much more as I barreled along in my pregnancy, almost drunk with… Continue