I did not come from a military family. When Brian became my son, I had much to learn. I must say, I am usually a pretty willing student. And that is definitely so in this case.
I have been more patriotic than most since I was a very young woman. I attended a teacher's convention at which attorney David Gibbs gave an address which caused me to recognize the sacrifices made by our men and women in uniform and the cost of my freedom. I think I was twenty-two.
My liberty is of utmost importance to me in light of my faith and my need to proclaim as well as live it. I am hugely indebted to not only the men and women who gave their lives to procure that freedom, but also to all of those who were and are willing to do so. Brian is at the top of my list.
So Brian is currently stationed on a naval base in California. This is his last tour of duty before retiring from the US Navy. My daughter, Sarah, is his bride of just two years. They are so good together....
Okay, I left off writing while in the air traveling across the country to get to two of my favorite people in the whole world. I left behind two more of my favorites, my youngest two. I can't wait until I get at least these four all in the same place. Soon.
I am in a window seat just a few rows past the left wing. It's a full flight. Soon after we took off I closed the shade. We were in the midst of heavy cloud cover for quite some time, and having the shade up made it hot. Hotter than I like. Which is generally anything above sixty-nine degrees. That's what we keep our thermostat set on year round. Sixty-nine.
I'm sure I've mentioned on more than one occasion that I don't care for the heat. I taught the kids at school to use the word 'hate' cautiously, mainly reserving it for the devil and sin. It's how I raised my own children, too. So, I can't hate hot weather. My kids read my blog. All of them.
So here I sit again, thirty-five-thousand feet above the ground. I have flown more in the past two and a half years then I did during all of the years that came before. Who woulda' thunk it?
I am flying out to California to visit Sarah and Brian, probably for the last time before they move back east. I am excited beyond words. Sarah came to visit me just a couple of weeks ago, but I haven't seen Brian since I went out there during spring break, and that seems like four years ago.
Okay, it was March and it is now July. Four months, not four years. Time is marching slowly for me these days, which I guess is a good thing at my age. I might live forever at this rate.
Strike that. That does not sound appealing at all. Let me tell you about a resent conversation or two that I've had with people that I love. :)
Rewind to the end of the school year. I think I told you that I departed from the Bible curriculum the last couple of weeks. The kids...
Everything I wrote this morning seemed 'off'. Too dark. Too personal. Not right.
I must have started five blog posts but didn't finish any of them. I just didn't have it going on. I was getting concerned, because the morning was fleeting. The very early morning hours, in which I do most of my writing, had long ago passed. Now I could see noon approaching. And in the afternoon, I'm not much good. Slow of thought, and most all brain activity, I'm afraid. :) By then, too much time on the computer makes me sleepy and I need a nap. I'm not much of a napper, so you see my quandary.
See, you thought I was kinda smart. Ha! Had you fooled. I only appear that way if you catch me really early in the morning. Otherwise, I'm dull as a butter knife. Good thing school was held in the first part of the day. And good thing I was young.
I had received several distress calls this morning and that didn't hel...