It happened on Friday.
We watched him pack his last minute things, his toothbrush and his ipod. His bag with his uniforms and gear has been sitting in the corner of the kitchen for weeks now.
We watched him shave and lace up his boots one more time.
We drove with him to the base where he would fly to Afghanistan. We held hands the whole way.
We looked at the airplanes and waited why he took his bag to be loaded. We sat with other military brothers and sisters waiting too.
We cherished every last moment together, because those have to hold us over for the next 6-7 months.