Monday, June 29, 2009

Days go Bye..... I can't tell you how sad it is to have my son gone as I dont have the words to express it. At 7 am on Saturday morning I got the phone call I was waiting for. I have never moved so fast out of bed with pen and paper in my hand!!! Shane was on the other end to tell me he made it to San Antonio and read off his address. We said we loved each other and he said he was fine. He sounded tired to me and I can only imagine the kid that loved to sleep in til noon is tired!! Reveille plays at 4:45 in the morning and they have a mere 15 minutes to shower, shave and be downstairs for physical conditioning. OH MY is all I can say!! Shane is no early riser!! The day ends with Taps at 9pm. lights out. As you might imagine I am thrilled to have an address now. At least a part of me feels I'm talking to him even if its days before he ever receives the letters. I write everyday .. I'm told its great for their morale and helps them stay connected to loved ones. So with each day I countdown to graduation... I CAN'T WAIT!!!

I finally was able to finish dressing one of the many naked doll bodies I've been talking about for weeks. Santa Sam was listed today on ebay
It has taken me some time to sit and think about something besides my sadness... so there is hope for me at the end of the tunnel!! Each day is a little easier and my hopes are to get these dolls dressed here!! One of Shane's biggest concerns was how I would deal with him leaving and he wouldn't want me sad and crying all the time. So I am trying!!! Alot of praying and well wishes from family and wonderful email friends.. I thank you all it means alot. ;)

2 comments:

Audrey said...

I will keep you and your son in my prayers. My sons are 14 and 6. I can't imagine how hard it must be for you to let him leave the nest. Take comfort in knowing you have done a great job . You must of if he is willing to serve his country.
You should be as proud of yourself as I am sure you are of him.
God bless you all.
Audrey

Aunt Polly's Attic said...

Your words bring back how I felt when my oldest left for boot camp last October. It does get easier, Deb, but not much. And now we're waiting for my youngest to get his departure date for boot camp. There's nothing I can say to make you feel better except that I'm here for you.
Big hugs,
Teresa