Brandon left today for Iraq. We got to go to the airfield to see him off. It sucks he left today, but at least he got to see the baby for a few hours on her first birthday (literally a couple of hours, we left the airfield after he took off at around 3 am.). She slept through a lot of it, but woke up and we gave her cake and sang happy birthday to her. It was so hard to see him go. But, someone has to do it and I am so proud of him for the sacrifice he is making for us and his country. We are both very patriotic and I am proud to call my husband a soldier and a hero. The hardest part is knowing that he has to go for so long without seeing his daughter. I get anxious if I am away from Keara for too many hours, much less the months he will spend without her. Keara is a mamma's girl, but she loves her daddy. But, if I am around he tends to be ignored. Right before they left they formed up in lines to get on the plane. Brandon was in the front row so it was easy to see him. So Keara and I could wave to him and blow kisses. She kept putting out her arms because she wanted her daddy to hold her. It was so sweet that even though I was holding her she wanted her dad. She had no clue that he was leaving to want those last minute hugs and kisses. It made me feel good that Brandon's last moments with us were of her wanting him. Talk about making you cry though. That about did me in. We did manage to sneak in a few more hugs and kisses as the line moved forward.
We had Keara's birthday party on Sunday (pictures in the next post). Brandon was there for most of it, but he missed singing Happy Birthday and the cake, so I brought some left over cake with us to give her on her actual birthday.