Yesterday, Angel #1 was officially discharged from active duty in the United States Marines. After 4 years, my little boy is a civilian again and, as he says, he's now homeless and unemployed. That's just a temporary state of events though (hopefully). He and 2 buddies who were also discharged yesterday are on a cross-country road trip to start their new civilian lives in Miami, Florida. On their way across the country, they're going to stop in Phoenix and visit one of the guy's grandma, from there they're going on to Houston to catch up with some friends and also visit Angel #2. She's going to make them a big pot roast with all the trimmings so they can have a good homecooked meals while they're on the road. She's also going to make them cupcakes with pink glitter frosting. She said they'll just chow them down because they're cupcakes, but she'll get a good laugh to herself for feeding 3 big tough Marines pink glitter frosting. After Houston, they're going through New Orleans to see a Marine buddy who got out a few months ago. Eventually, they'll make it to Miami where #1 will start college. I have no idea what the rest of the guys are going to do, but they're all going to be looking for a place to live together. Apparently, they didn't get enough of each other living in the barracks.
Poor little WE is on the opposite end of that journey and is slogging his way through basic training. We got a letter from him yesterday dated Aug 1st and he said he hasn't received any letters yet. We've all been writing him for over 3 weeks now, so I think some mean old drill sergeant has a big stack of WE's letters sitting on his desk somewhere. His girlfriends mom called me today to tell me that the roses WE ordered for his girlfriend for their 2 year anniversary arrived today, so that should make her happy. I'm sure she's especially missing him today. Last year he sort of dropped the ball on the whole anniversary thing, so he made sure his butt was covered and ordered the flower delivery before he left for basic.
We had a good day at camp on Friday. We felt bad that we could only be there for 2 days this year, but at least Angel #4 made it for the whole week. It was such a nice feeling when we got there Friday morning and the first thing I saw #4 doing was standing at the door of a bus helping the disabled campers get down the steps, then giving them big hugs before sending them off to sing camp songs. I'm so proud of my kids.