As I prepare for Josh's final homecoming, I can't help but reflect on all the times we've been at the airport.
The day before we flew home last summer, I found out I was expecting again after two back to back miscarriages. Arriving in Portland, hugging my loved one and whispering, "I'm pregnant" in their ears is one of my favorite memories.
The last time Josh flew home (back in March), he came in early enough for all the kids to accompany me to the airport. Standing there waiting for him with Carly in the stroller felt like a full circle moment. And a beautiful one at that.
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