Fast forward a year, I’m back home and this July 9 is joyous. Yeah, we have a stomach virus wreaking havoc on our family but it’s all good.
Our son wrote us!
In our mailbox, I discovered not one, not two, not three but FOUR letters from our boy!
I count it a privilege that our NC (military word for New Cadet) took the precious time to write.
Some parents have yet to hear from their child and I feel for them deeply. I do not take it for granted we have these paper treasures from our soldier and will guard them close to my heart forever.
As we gathered around the family room to read his letters, I thought to myself that this is what it used to be like before email, AIM and facebook.
Writing letters is a forgotten art and in some way, I have enjoyed putting pen to paper. I’m a writer so it comes fairly naturally but my two remaining OS certainly aren’t but what sweet messages have poured from their fingers. Aaron sends funny drawings, Ike sends Scripture.
Aaron writes about the day’s happenings.
Ike shares that he has thrown up.
My DH dashed another letter out to Nathan as soon as he read Nate’s messages. They are so beautiful, I have no choice but to weep.
Without violating his privacy, I think some of you would enjoy knowing a few details but let me tell you the latest on the toe.
Although still purple, his big toe feels much better since he got it drained. Getting a toe drained doesn’t sound like fun but I’m relieved to know he’s ok. I wrote him that he had so many prayers that not only should that toe be healed in Jesus’ name but quite possibly he might have grown a third big toe as a spare!
It’s tough when no news comes your way.
In a few days, we anticipate phone calls and I can’t wait to hear his voice. Major props to my homeslice Beth Anne who documented the first few moments when the letters arrived, love you, BA!
Getting letters from your son is better than getting mugged in South America, that’s a fact, Jack! HUAH big time!
Romans 12:15 “Rejoice with those who rejoice, mourn with those who mourn.”