That might sound like an odd request, but that’s what I tell my husband everyday before he leaves to go do work. Right after, “I love you,” of course.

See, my darling husband has chosen two rather dangerous jobs: police officer and helicopter pilot. Any time he’s late, it’s easy to start thinking he may not come home. In the last few months, he’s attended a line of duty death for an officer and seen a crash at the airport he uses most. So, I’m not a pessimist, just a realist.

We’ve seen God’s hand of protection on him again and again. Because of our faith, my husband always promises he will come home safely (”or you can be mad at me”).

The above phrase has become so much a part of our house that our boys now tell Daddy the same thing when he leaves. Except Connor sounds more like: “Bye Daddy. I ‘ove you. Carefoo. Home to be.”

I never realized how much Connor has picked up until he killed an ant last night in the bathroom. I told him he could flush it down the toilet. He excitedly did, then waved down the bowl and said, “See ya. Carefoo. Home to be!”

And we thought they weren’t listening!

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