Time Machine...

With exactly three weeks left to go and a day for PIR, I’m feeling ever so anxious. I’m so anxious that I haven’t slept straight for weeks ever since my son left for boot camp.

I’d wake up in the middle of the night wondering how he’s doing, how he’s feeling and I still constantly worry but I always just hope for the best. I wish I had a Time Machine... Usually, I’ll have one of my “If I can only turn back time” moments, but in this case I wanna go full-throttle at warp speed ahead to 11/18/11.

To date I’ve received a couple of letters and one missed phone call - that’s my bad.

I continue to send him letters daily or every other day whenever possible. Even though I’ve probably repeated myself a hundred times over in context, I feel good that he’s got my letters to read instead of possibly none.

I take it that no news is good news most especially with regards to boot camp.

It can’t happen soon enough, but Great Lakes, here we come!...