Just a short amount of days and my husband and I will be spending Family Day with our son. This will be the very first time for me to hug a Marine. Our Marine. Your Marine.
Encouragement, prayers, and many letters have traveled the distance back and forth, from him to us. He writes with pride, strength, and determination in himself. He says he is hungry and tired, with blisters on his feet, healed from bronchitis and pneumonia, coming through Basic Warrior Training, and heading in to the Crucible. He ends his letters with a promise that he is always praying for each one of us.
A small stapled packet of numbers lay on our desk and I received great satisfaction today as I ripped off another day till I see him. Soon our candle will be lit, and our porch light burning!
Our letters have been filled with bible verses, how proud we are of him, and what we are doing each day. I end each letter telling him, “You are strong. You are smart. You are determined. You are on the path you chose. You are following the direction the Lord lead you on.”
Soon he will be standing with his brothers, tears streaming down their faces……Soon they will be protecting us. Soon we will be hugging a Marine.
Our prayers have been going strong and they will continue on for each and every one of them forever. As he would say, TO INFINITY AND BEYOND…………..
Getting armed with notebooks, pens, calendars, menu’s, decorating ideas, and other blogs here on WordPress.
I have started a board on Pinterest labeled Marines The Few The Proud. I love that people share their ideas for letters and gift boxes and encouragement all around the world on Pinterest and other sites. Go ahead and check out my Pinterest and my Facebook. Jennifer New
Gary found a very wonderful, helpful, informative site usmcgradparrisisland.org. I can not wait to have some alone time to learn from this dear lady that worked so hard to inform us parents about graduation day at Parris Island. The notebooks and calendars are so I can write everything down that is starting to swirl through my head during the day and while I sleep.
Many prayers being sent up, but much more blessings being sent down.
Jennifer love and happiness
I love you, I need you, I don’t want you to ever go away! I am guilty of not opening up to you and sending out my thoughts each day. I want to feed you envelopes and return to find you full. One’s sent far to my friend’s, few, old and gray too, the dull,the young and hopefully, one new.
As I write, I begin to look forward to going to the mailbox each day. How excited I am to pull on the handle, look inside and see I have mail. Even before I receive my letter, I already look forward to writing again. One’s filled with ink, causing my eyes to mist and several times I blink. Each letter formed by hand of times that may be bland. Memories filled with the past and love that we hope will last. Talk of the future, stories written about our walk on our every day life, mystery and strife.
I sit at my desk listening to the music of the birds, as I read a line of beautiful words. I lift up a box and sift through just the right paper for my Dear Friend who is always in a bit of a caper! It might begin with a little tale and end with a myth of my own!