Happy Father's Day to my favorite dads - my dad, my father-in-law, and my husband of course :)
It would have been nice to have spent the day with any one of them.
Instead, we headed to the Midnight Sun Festival in downtown Fairbanks to celebrate the Solstice and the coming of summer.
It was hot and crowded. Taking 5 kids to a busy street festival by yourself is a bit stressful. I was so worried that I was going to lose someone. The lines for food and fun were seriously long. We walked around for a while, ate some cotton candy, and then ended up driving to Carl's Jr. for dinner instead. It was cheaper and easier.
Andy called this morning and I was able to wish him a happy Father's Day. It was good to hear his voice.
It's definitely time for him to come home though. I hate that the kids are getting used to him not being here. They still ask when he's going to be back, but it's been so long now that they don't know what to believe.
Poor Lexie. I told her that Daddy called while she was sleeping this morning and that he sent her lots of hugs and kisses. She looked up at me and said "Is Daddy still alive?" It about broke my heart. "Iraq" is such an abstract idea in her head. She doesn't know where or what it is. She only knows that Daddy isn't here and that he's been gone for 9 long months :(
And Tori. I hate to think of the time that he has missed with Tori. She is 13 months old and he's been gone for 10 of it. Oh, I wish this deployment would end...