While he was gone, I grabbed onto whatever I could to keep him close. I wrote every single day to keep him present for me and the boys, and to help him feel connected in a very foreign, isolated, lonely environment. I reread every single communication we had, cards, letters, notes jotted on the way out the door to appointments, and while we were not blogging at the time, I used journal entries to allow me to process certain things.
Daddy and I do have a discipline dynamic. I have been corrected exactly once, disciplined lots of times - yes, there is a difference for us. Correction is what some would call punishment, and discipline is more or less for reinforcing our roles, what some might call maintenance.


Part of what Daddy said at the time was that I was forgiven, and that we would leave that behind us and we would learn and grow. And we have left it behind us, for which I am grateful. And I have learned, and I have grown. I can see it now, in retrospect. I'm grateful that I have a man, a leader who leads me gently and helps me to grow so softly that I don't even feel the growing pains.
I love you, my heart, my soul, my world, my man, my Daddy. I love that you love me regardless of whether I deserve it. I love that you change me for the better. I love looking towards the horizon with you. I love that we are stronger every single moment of every single day for all of eternity, and all that comes after.