A little more

I have been really grateful for this time of basic training, though.  It has caused us to sit back and take things a little slower.  Instead of being able to call or send a text, we’ve had to take the time to write an actual letter and put it in the mail and then wait for a reply.  I’m really not looking forward to Matt having his phone back so much because I know he won’t write.   We’ve had some great written conversations.  I will miss that. 

 Matt is my middle child and eldest son.  He was a very sweet and sensitive child.  I always tell his girlfriends that he was the best little kid ever.  I could take him anywhere and he would behave like an angel.  When I would get dressed in the morning, he would sit on my bed watching me put on make up and I would ask him, "How do I look, Matthew?"  He would always say, "Mommy, you look bootiful."  And he would say, "Mommy, you my best fwend."  Such a wonderful little boy with the cutest dimple on his right cheek. 

He was always playing with those little, green army men.  I should have known. In fact, the week before he left for basic we went to the recruiting office to find out what he had left to do.  While we were there he had to reset his login for the army website and choose some security questions.  One was what did you want to be when you grew up or something.  He said, "Don't you remember, Mom?"  I said, "A Navy Seal?"  Yes that was one thing, but he really wanted to be a general.  Hmmmm....I don't know.  There were lots of things he wanted to be.  But he played with army men and he still has a drawer full of them.