When Brad explained what he wanted, I said, "Bring her."
He'd seen so much death.
But the day before our wedding--no Brad, fear gnawing at my stomach... I wished I'd told him to leave Jamila in Iraq.
The phone rang.
"We're on the plane," Brad said. The line went dead.
So in that picture--Brad asleep on my shoulder at our wedding--I see a soldier who put an orphan into the loving arms of her adoptive mother. I see a man who traveled the night to marry me. I see the father of my children. I see hope.
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You have a gift for uplifting others. You've taken some pretty negative stuff-- the war in Iraq, a sleeping groom, an orhaned child-- and put a smile onto my face.
I predict a happy ending for these two, (three? four?). You are a terrific writer and I always enjoy reading your thoughts.
~Thank you Brad!!!!~
Thank you for putting the us first instead of the me,
Thank you for helping to keep people free,
Thank you for knowing it is worth the risk,
Thank you precious angel, please accept my kiss~
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Gregg
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
the acceptance of a new life
being brought into a new union,
the unwavering trust in the outcome of
challenges, the generosity of spirit
in this piece is so, so moving.