The picture above is of Jeff (and D. Duck) when he was 14 months old.
This was his favorite thing to wear and it was difficult to pry him out of it.
Again, this became his favorite thing to wear.
Well, now he is wearing it for real and mom is kind of weepy.
I won't bore you with the entire story but here is the short version.
He has talked about going into the Army since he was a kid. He has always been very patriotic. When he and Dorothy got married,
it still came up occasionally. After 3 children, it still came up occasionally.
Last year he got laid off from a pretty terrific job. After months of looking and finding nothing, "the Army talk" came up again. He talked, I cried.
And cried and cried.
It was something that the kids had talked and prayed about and felt certain that this was the right time. Even my precious little ladies, believed that this was where God wanted him to be.
He enlisted. Last month he was to leave but it was delayed. There was another delay but yesterday was the day he left Phoenix for Fort Jackson, SC.
He will be there for Boot Camp. Can you tell I am a little weepy as I type this?
I am very proud of him for following his calling.
He is excited about the opportunity that lies ahead and the chance to serve his country.
His brother is having a difficult time with the decision.
All I can do is pray. He is watching over them.
I also wanted to wish everyone a blessed Passover and Easter.
We are so lucky to live in a country where we can celebrate our faith.