Hey, Navy:
Just got home after dropping Lara off and talking to you. Wanted to say again how proud we are of you and that despite it being barely a day since you left, we miss you.
Lara was very, very happy for you when you said you made weight because she said she was worried about you. She was practically dancing in the truck. I went to Danielle’s construction class to tell her, but you probably guessed she was fairly underwhelmed. I suspect it excited her more than she was showing me.
YM and I had a crappy night last night and it’ll be a few days before we get back to resting comfortably, and we’re trying to adjust to our new lifestyle. We haven’t had to think about supporting four people since the Littlest One was born (1987).
A couple of minor changes to the house: I got a new chair for my desk in the entryway because that tiny one wasn’t supporting my back. In fact, I tried another chair and strained my back something good, so I’m probably taking tomorrow off to get things back where they’re supposed to be.
(Isn’t this the most exciting letter ever?)
The other change is I put one of these in the window by the door:
From the American Legion web site:
“A Blue Star Service Banner displayed in the window of a home is an American tradition. The banner lets others know that someone in the home is proudly serving in the U.S. Armed Forces. As Americans do their best to support Operation Iraqi Freedom and the ongoing war on terror, the Blue Star Service Banner tradition reminds us all that war touches every neighborhood in our land.”
Another change in the house: we were watching the Daily Show with Jon Stewart, and I was about to start one of my tirades about the current administration when your mother reminded me that I was talking about your boss. Whoops. That’ll probably stop two more times, then I’ll be me and you know how that is.
Speaking of which: you’ll be in “A” school by the time the next election rolls around. You can still vote, of course, and you can still vote as a Carson City resident. YM or I will let you know when the next one is coming up so you can get an absentee ballot in plenty of time.
I’m finishing this up after your voicemail where you said you made it to Chicago. My phone never rang but we were glad to hear you are okay. Keep calling.
Hang in there. And trust me when I say: you’re gonna be just fine.
All my love,
Air Force
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