There's an ugly rumor going around that my son is in country and on his way home for middeployment leave. I got an email last night that his flight would arrive this evening.
Now, it's not that I don't trust the Army. It's just that I don't trust the Army. They don't exactly keep the same timetable that the rest of us do. They tend to march to their own drummer. I will, however, be at the airport to meet his plane.
There has been a big hole in this family with this son gone. All of them are precious and all have their place. The place of this one is to keep the laughing juices flowing. You can bet that morning, noon, and night we will be hearing that "devilish" laugh.
We will also be subjected to his little bits of sagacity and wisdom. Enough, I hope, to last until he comes home from Afghanistan for good. (I doubt it.)
Look forward to that big bear hug and that wicked laugh that will great me when he comes off the plane. It will be good to have you home Ryan.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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We know very well how the military works! &;o) Hope he made it home when you were there to meet him!! How wonderful for you to have him home!
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