My son Tim flew to his military base yesterday. Thankfully he had his cell phone. He texted at 4:47 am to let us know the shuttle had arrived to take him to the airport. He called at 6 am and asked me what I was doing. Duh! I was sleeping, but still so excited to receive his call. He was at the airport, waiting with the other soldiers for their plane.
They had a stopover in Phoenix and he called from there to let me know he was on the ground and going to lunch.
He called again once he was in Atlanta. He was waiting for the bus to take him to Ft. Benning. Seems there were so many on the incoming planes that the bus had to go to the base, dump off those guys and come back for the rest. Needless to say, it was a long day for Tim. Since there will not be phone calls or letters for awhile, I have to imagine Tim getting woke up at 5 am after his long day, grumbling, hopefully to himself, lining up, and starting his army life.
Each of us in the family took one of the army men that were on his birthday/going away cake and put it somewhere we will see every day to think about Tim and to lend him strength.
What hard thing have you done lately?