On my way to work, I stopped by a local eatery to pick up lunch. The young pregnant woman I usually saw was not at the cash register. "Did she have her baby?" I asked excitedly. "Did her husband make it home in time? Are they okay?” Yes, I was told. Mother and baby were doing well, husband/daddy had made it home. I smiled and of course got a little tearful.
I didn't know her name (I do now) but I knew she was here alone, family far away and it was her first baby. Her husband was deployed but hopefully would be allowed to come home for a brief break when their son was born. I knew she was nervous but excited. We talked many times about being away from your family, being a new mom, and military life. I shared with her my own experiences with each of those, and over time, a bond was established between us. I became a “big sister” of sorts to her.
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