Are we there yet, Mommy? Are we there yet?

Soon, baby, soon.

That’s what I kept telling my son who sat in the back seat.

Mile after mile as we drove to our destination.

Daddy.

He was returning from his last tour of duty overseas.

Daddy.

He was finally coming home.

Daddy.

My husband’s “mini-me” kept pointing out the window at each plane he saw.

Is that him, Mommy? Is that him?

I don’t know, baby, I don’t know.

That’s what I kept telling my son who sat in the back seat.

Mile after mile as we drove to our destination.

It had been a year since my husband left. A lot had happened in that time.

I looked down at my growing belly and sighed.