See You Later

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It’s Sunday. Marcos is leaving for the military today. Well he’s leaving us, he actually flies out tomorrow to embark on his military journey.

Last night, we cooked up some barbaocca with the family and had a nice dinner. My mom held court for most of the evening.

Like I said, it was nice.

This morning, Lucy and I had been up for awhile, just chatting. She asked me to lay next to her for awhile before I ventured off to my computer or whatever else I was gonna do before going to Mass, to “keep her warm.”

Diego just slept. His face serene and at peace with whatever it is babies think and sleep about. It was a nice way to start off the morning. Thing is he wasn’t close to Lucy and wasn’t fussing. Usually, when he’s just a millimeter away from her, he senses a disturbance in the Force. Not this time. He just slept.

So Lucy took the chance to make herself some coffee and some breakfast from the left over barbaccoa.

So it was me and Diego. I couldn’t resist the chance to just lay there for awhile and think of Diego and think of Marcos and well, be thankful.

I did make it to Mass, before coming home to leave for San Antonio to send Marcos off.

The drive was nice until we hit San Antonio where it was raining. Lucy wanted to go to this little shop that sold ceramics.

Then, it was off to the County Line for some Texas BBQ at Marcos’ request.

We ate, watched Diego eat his first beef rib. Ah, the milestones.

One other curious things that happened at the county line is between the waitress and two other ladies at our table, they all started a game of upping in each other in regards to having twins. It was surreal.

This is the second time, we’ve sent Marcos off. The first was in college and now, off to the military. Thing is with Diego, immediately crying once we got into the car, we didn’t really get to “process” this temporary good bye like we did in college.

Maybe in the next couple of days or the way things are going, years. We’ll see.

I did have this thought today:

What if I were to document my days and maybe, just maybe from time to time Marcos will check in on this blog to see what’s happening on the home front.

Or maybe someday, if the payment continues to clear, Diego maybe able to look back and see what life was like when he’s old enough to remember.

We’ll see.