Sorry that I suck...

I came back to my blog looking for some pictures of the day Daniel was born, and realized that it has been almost four months since I posted something here. That. is. really. slack.

Most everybody who reads this follows our mundane lives on facebook too, so there is probably not that much I'd put here that's news, but this just comes as a promise that I'll be a bit better in the future about blogging.

I am quite glad that my brother is almost due to come home from Asscrackistan (hat tip: Jenny and Wes for the slang). Having someone that close to me being deployed to a war zone is not something that can be explained to anyone who hasn't been there themselves. A friend of a friend is just not the same. It means that every night that my cell doesn't ring (I keep it by the bed) is a good night. Every day that 'the news' doesn't come is a good day. It means that I'm better off to not bitch and moan about my problems here on this side of the planet. It means that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I stop and say a prayer for Little Brother if he comes to mind. It means that I mostly don't watch news anymore (as it drives me insane) but if I do happen to catch a snippet, it means that my heart drops to my toes for that split-second it takes me to realize that I haven't heard anything from his NOK, so for the moment all is well...for me. It still means that my heart breaks for another sister somewhere who is getting that news. I thought it would get easier as the days/weeks went on - but it hasn't. More than anything, it means that I just want this damn war to be done with. Enough blood has been spilled - enough Afghan blood and enough ISAF blood - and I think God weeps about it all.

I admit with much regret that I supported our original invasion of Afghanistan. Now, I will also admit that I was wrong to support it. I bought the 'fight-'em-there-or-fight-'em-here' line a while back. I bought into the myth that a non-military problem can have a military solution. I bought the myth that the terrorists hate us because we are free. More than anything, I bought the myth that violence solves things. Violence solves nothing. As Dr. King said, "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." Or maybe that other guy, who was it...the one that told us to love our enemies...