Freedom is not free

I've been sitting her for a few minutes kind of thinking what to write. Amy advised me to have a good cry so that I would feel better. (It's been rough here lately.) But then I was stopped in my tracks when I came across this photo. What have I to cry about? The Lord has been good. I am here, with my girls. I have the freedom to worship my God. I have the freedom to read His Holy Word. I have freedom to speak the name Jesus Christ. Why? Because of the men and women that fight for my freedom day in and day out. It's no secret that I miss Peter. I mean REALLY miss him. But how much more does he miss us? How much more does he ache for us when he lays his head down on his pillow at night? Peter, you are amazing. We both know what you did to get there, and I am so proud of you. You truly fight for your family. You keep us safe. You love us. And you honor us by doing what you do. I love you. Sorry you are so far away. Sorry you miss us. But soon we will see you. My heart will just ache until then. Ache with yours.