I don't know why I keep doing this to myself! It never fails that in MSN slideshows there are pictures of soldiers that just make me either tear up or get goosebumps thinking of the many things that could happen to Jesse.
I sit here time after time, just crying my eyes out and when I hear the sound of little feet approaching, I quickly wipe away all sadness. Have to be strong for them, have to keep going for them, have to show them that life, although not the same without their Daddy, does go on.
I just have to remember that myself: Life does go on. It does, right?