Mail Call

Days pass and I don’t post here, not because I have nothing to say, but rather because there’s so much to say that my mind is a jumble and it’s difficult to sort it all out. TB seems to have back-to-back missions. I worry that perhaps exhaustion is setting in, but that’s just my take on it. He hasn’t indicated anything of the sort. Just me being a mom. He had a particularly long and stressful mission recently. When he arrived back in his room he discovered many packages from me. My tough guy got a little choked up. I was shocked that his birthday boxes arrived so quickly. Since his 30^th birthday is on the horizon, I sent 30 gifts. The gifts range from silly, (a mini-microphone that “grows” when you soak it in water), to small (a local magnet, a bookmark), to ones he will love (a red work out shirt, a phone card, and headphones for his iPod), but they were all wrapped and numbered. He said he will wait until his birthday to open them. I’m happy about that. He had the joy of receiving those boxes and others when he really needed a boost and can still have the pleasure of gifts on his birthday. He was very surprised to get his favorite homemade oatmeal raisin cookies. TB doesn’t know that his battle buddy has a box filled with party bags, a birthday hat, and a Happy Birthday Banner so all the guys can celebrate along with him. I hope someone takes pictures!