Today was a bittersweet day.
My baby of 25 years left for Air Force basic training. Our second child to leave the nest with no intention of ever living here with us again. It's one thing to send them off to college, but when they leave and you know they're not coming back other than for visits, it's completely different.
Yet, while we're sad for ourselves (who will fix the computers and paint the high spots?), we are so excited for Mike. He's going to be an airborne linguist, which is exactly what he wanted. That means they will teach him one or more foreign languages and he will fly around in an Air Force plane eavesdropping on conversations and translating them. What a way to see the world! And linguist school is in Monterey, California, which is a heck of a lot nicer than snowy, slushy, Northern Virginia right now.
So yeah, it's been a good but bad day. I'm going to drown my sorrows in warm chocolate chip cookies.
Be thankful ~