Sometimes leaving is difficult...other times it is really easy. Well I got one of those calls where leaving is really easy. It is official, as I write this blog, my son is going through customs and about to board a military plane that will take him out of Afghanistan...That's right, Afghanistan is in our rear view mirror. We are looking ahead...kill the fatted calf, we are about to party!
After fifteen long months he is out of there...We are beaming with excitement, pride, joy, thanksgiving, hope, encouragement, gratefulness, and any other word you can use describe an emotional state of sheer beside yourself positive energy.
I will blog more on this later, but I've got to go...I've got a meeting at Starbucks!