Had gotten the impression from some of the parents on Facebook, whose children are also at the Army Base where our son is located, that it's good to include their platoon # on the letters. I'd gotten his address by calling the main office there a few weeks ago, and the man then didn't tell me what Joseph's platoon was called, either by color or number. Good enough then. But you know how we parents are---a bit OCD at the best of times.
We have a few packages of cough drops to send him (he can't get them there, and they're really strict on what they can receive---have to really toe the line), and I called to get his platoon number. The man who answered was really sweet, catching on immediately as to what I was calling for, and told me that the platoon number wasn't necessary for sending mail. I thanked him, hung up and started to cry.
My goodness. I think my emotions are raw, and add to that, had had a sweet conversation with my mom this morning as well. She was asking me to buy cherry pies for us and her gentleman friend for Valentine's. I'm to bring his up to her room, so she can give it to him on Friday.
Nothing big going on. Just probably need a good hearty cry. You know how it is. If you don't get that opportunity to do that, then you'll just leak.
