At times during this deployment I feel like I am the only one in our house who is discouraged, overwhelmed and the only one noticing the obvious void around our home. It's not until my children are around another man that I realize they are struggling at times too.
And they unlike me are not able to fully put into words how much they miss their Daddy.
I particularly noticed it A LOT when Cam's parents were in town.
Grandpa Shirley was so patient and good to the boys.
He willingly ran carpool for me both ways, everyday
-which is honestly a HUGE help, it gives me almost 2 hours back to my day-
and after school they would always stop for a treat on the way home.
He introduced Creed to the game of golf. Something Creed would look forward to daily, getting to meet Grandpa on the golf course to do the last hole
with him and then stop for gatorade and a treat.
Callan never wanted to be out of his sight.
Going for lots of walks to see the birds, along with singing and rocking him to sleep everynight was just what that baby needed.
To this day he walks around mumbling "papa, papa".
So to Grandpa Shirley, the few men in our ward that have reached out to my kids, and even the kind man at Wendy's who willing picked up Callan after he ran to him wanting to play.
THANK YOU
from the bottom of my heart
for being a male influence in my impressionable young boys lives.







