Yesterday, we received word that my brother is out of Iraq and, relatively speaking, safe in Kuwait. This Sunday afternoon, he’ll be arriving back on his home base where Tracey, their two kids, my mother, my sister, and I will be eagerly awaiting him on “Victory Field.”

My mom and step-dad were supposed to go to So Cal for the homecoming, but when they found out my step-dad’s eye surgery had to be pushed up to yesterday, mom called to see if I’d be interested in joining her and Katie-did for the trip. Though I was just in Cali a couple of weeks ago and another trip would mean missing another day of work, I knew without a doubt that I’d find a way to go.

So we leave tomorrow. And I’m suddenly extremely emotional about it. I cried the whole time I was drying my hair this morning, resulting in a jacked-up do for the rest of the day. But it’s worth it.

That Joe is almost home and safe feels like a million answered prayers. That I get to be one of his welcomers is just gravy. Getting to see his reunion with Jack, my favorite person on the planet, feels like a small miracle.

The gratitude I feel is oozing out of my skin. I’m overwhelmed by it. And now…oh, there I go…I’m crying again.

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