Joseph called for his allowed 30 minute phone call late this afternoon. Bliss. Seems like we last talked to him 3 weeks ago. Way too long ago. In the midst of him sounding like he'd cry (but bearing up, sounding stronger than when he first arrived), he said he was second in command in his platoon and had ranked 3rd in shooting.
My birthday is on Monday, and I consider that phone call the best gift I'll receive. Hands down. Loved that he wanted to talk to everyone who was here, and even hung up after 20 minutes to call his older sister and one of his brothers who weren't here.
Now I'm exhausted. Bet my boy is as well.
On a humorous note, he said Basic Training wasn't very hard. Gary said he almost sounded disappointed in saying that. I think Joseph was mentally prepared for anguish, but really as folks say, if you can survive the first two weeks, the rest is cake.
Thankful for cake.
