Last night, I arrive home to find a letter with Warren's handwriting on the envelope. It's in a Navy Federal Credit Union envelope but it is his handwriting. "Did he not have any envelopes?" I wonder. Tammy is in GA to be ready to run the Peachtree Road Race on Friday. "Should I open it, should I wait until she can be here to read it with me?" I ponder the questions and then finally tell myself that she won't mind if I open it (and even if she does, she's got time to get over it). I can read it to her, so I go ahead and open it.
I pull out the the paper and it says at the top "Your Marine Chose Us. We hope you will, too!" D'OH!!! It's a stinking letter from the Credit Union telling us he has decided to put his money there AND they want our business as well. Talk about a letdown. So we wait for that second letter to let us know how he is doing and hopefully that he has started to receive our mail. That would be good news but we wait. We did tell him that it is okay if he doesn't write...but I guess we didn't really mean that.
It's the 4th of July, Independence Day. Remember why we have independence and the sacrifices that were made to obtain that independence. I won't get on my soapbox (and believe me I want to) because this isn't about me. I just hope that today the recruits had a brief moment to celebrate the 4th (maybe even have a hot dog or two). Maybe tomorrow we'll get that 2nd letter and find out what has been happening since the 1st letter. It seems so odd that with e-mail, Facebook, etc. that we are now looking forward to receiving a handwritten letter. We've become accustomed to knowing everything right now, and here we are at the mercy of the postal service to find out what we really want to know.
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