Simply put: Stacia has been a pill this week.
I shared earlier about Stacia's prayers.
In our family circle times this week she's been quite insistent that SHE will pray and it's always the one above. Tonight Nolan wanted to pray and she was ugly about it. I told her that it doesn't make Jesus happy for her to be nasty about whose turn it is to pray.
"God, My Daddy is gone. I know that he loves me and I love him. He said goodbye to me at the airport. He loves me. Bless the cook."
I teared up. No wonder she's been a pill this week. I told her on the 17th that he was only going to be gone for a short time...but she's not getting it. The others are old enough to understand but goodbyes to loved ones (Grandparents, Older Siblings, Daddy) have often been long in her 3 years of life. This makes her obsessive parting, "Goodbye. Promise I'll see you again. I love you.", all the more poignant.
I tried to reach Mike and Mom Mary said he'd call me when he came inside...but he's not called and she's in bed....so we'll catch him tomorrow. There's a time difference. I'll also be sure to show her again and again on the calendar WHEN he's coming home, but I don't think she'll fully get it until he walk in the door.