The boy is home, and quite honestly, that's all that matters. His flight got delayed in Charlotte with the storms that rattled through, but after spending the night in the airport (which, after being in barracks for over four months), proved to not be a big deal.... he got here yesterday at 8:30am.
And the sweetest thing happened on his flight. One of the flight attendents walked back to his seat and offered him an empty seat in First Class. He was decked out in his dress blues (from the graduation ceremony which we were unable to attend), so was obviously military, but he was embarrassed a bit, but honored to accept.
Glad he's home. He's out and about now, relieved to be out from under the sergeant's watchful eye. And for the first time in four months, I don't have a nagging feeling about him.
You should see the boys' bedroom though. Joseph has so many clothes....in varying shades of beige, and when he opened his huge cases, they exploded onto the floor. Camo galore. Wouldn't have it any other way.
