He cried. The man I have only seen cry maybe once was crying. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he held our son and looked at him. He's a tough one, he doesn't let things get to him like many others do. But as we stood there, watching the minutes tick by to the time he had to finally let go he cried. We cried. He held me and our son for one last time before we were once again separated because of the military. But as many military families do every day, we said good bye and I drove away and the countdown begins and life goes on. This is forever the cycle of military life. Goodbye's, welcome home's, see ya later's and hello's.