The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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“Smile for daddy, Casper! “ I giggle as my six month old, white-clad son Matthew glances my way.  Click, our Canon camera records his smiling, chubby face onto film.   I pop open the camera’s back, remove the film, and lob it onto the kitchen counter.  Lingering in the kitchen, I admire our son.  “I wish Albert was here to see him laughing”, “I hope he’s safe in Germany”, “when will he be back?”, “how much of Matt’s life will he miss?”  Countless thoughts zoom through my mind as I anxiously await Albert to come home.  My husband’s Desert Storm deployment was unexpected.  Two weeks before he left, he happily informed me that he wouldn’t be traveling overseas.  Yet now, Albert is proudly serving our country.  But I can’t wait for his homecoming, for him to see how much our son has grown.  Motivated by reunion, I load Matthew into the van.  He giggles as I strap his pudgy body into the car seat.  I hop behind the wheel, reverse out of our parking spot, and speed off to the Giant.  With Matthew in tow, I hurry into the store, locate the film kiosk, complete the form and slip the undeveloped film into the envelope for processing.  Three days later, I excitedly pick up the photos, glance at the image of Matthew donned in white and chuckling, and know that this precious picture will inspire my husband to power through his tour. 

Context: Family is the greatest motivator.           

Casper

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