Have you ever heard your mother squeal like a little girl?

Have you ever heard you mother squeal like a little girl? That’s what happened this morning when I brought in the mail. There were five letters from my father, and when I handed them to her, she squealed. It was rather amusing. Needless to say, she was very happy to hear from him.

A little background for those who don't know. My father is in Iraq right now. He is not a soldier, he is a civilian contractor working in Iraq. He has been away from home since mid-January and we are hoping that he will return in July, but we don't know for sure.

My parents have been together for over 25 years. This is the first time in that 25 years that they have been this far apart for this long. Thankfully, my Dad is usually able to get access to a phone for about a half-hour and call my Mom.

My mother has spent the last two months writing and sending cards to my Dad just about every single day because she misses him so much. I don't know how many my Dad has recieved yet. I don't know how many letters or cards he has sent.

Today, we got five of them, hence my mother's squealing. Dad, if you read this, Mom really misses you.




(Oh, and if I hear anyone saying that they do not support our troops, I will delete you comment. It doesn't matter to me how you feel about the war, or the President, or McCain, or Hilary, or Obama. In fact, it doesn't matter to me how you feel on just about anything. I am a really understanding guy. I will not stand and let you say anything bad about the men and women who are over there right now serving our country. I am not saying that this is a just or unjust war. That does not matter for what I am talking about. The men and women in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines are risking their lives every day. They have earned your respect. And you will respect them on my Blog, or I will kick you out.)