Mailing My Son

I'm (we're) so proud of him and how he has matured and grown. He is delightful to be around, hysterical, opinionated, caring, loving, unique, focused (all on engines and vehicles, thank you). We very much enjoyed his 2-week R & R trip from overseas and the hot zone.

For the second time, we had to ship him back. After a too-early drive to Seattle, lack of shut eye, and a melancholy drive, we mailed our son. Airmail. Watching him walk down the tunnel to the plane was bittersweet. The wonderful time with him was at an end.

And we stood there, looking quite crestfallen.

But the next time, it will be a happy moment. And the last of these type of trips. Thank you, son, for preserving our freedom and protecting those in need.