Today I am sitting at my desk and I am in pain. Every muscle on my body is begging to be soaked in a hot tub of Calgon. Muscles that I had forgotten existed, even tiny muscles around my ribs. It hurts to laugh, to cough, to reach for the phone…
And yet I am so happy in my pain. With every groaning muscles, I am reminded of just how lucky I am!
I live in the United States of America!
I have the freedom to choose what color to paint my living room. (I know this is trivial) But, I had to make three trips to Home Depot over the weekend and I was able to hop in my car, and go to the store each time by myself. I had no worries of being jailed for leaving my home unescorted by my husband. I was not required to hide my skin, my hair, my face. (although, had I been wearing a burqa, I would not have little specks of paint in my hair.
Such small events that I often take for granted. I have so many freedoms.
My L’il Trooper and those fighting at his side are serving this great nation to allow us the luxuries of our day to day freedoms.
He, like so many others, will tell you that he is just doing his job. And he is correct, he is just doing his job. However, his job is one that we as a nation do not take for granted. He is doing a job that generations of Soldiers have done before.
He is serving our nation and protecting our freedoms.
So today, while I wince in pain, I smile and say…
Thank you Son!
(Do you want to guess which color I picked this time?)
By the way, I have yet yo decide on which flooring I want. So we still have the beautiful wall to wall concrete. To think this all started with Dad J wanting a new freezer.
That will teach him!
NOTE: To the young lady who sent me an email stating that I don’t talk about the War or our Soldiers as much anymore… Yes, they are ALWAYS on my mind. Like any other Mom who’s child is at War, I wake up wondering what my son is doing right now. Is he staying cool? Is he out on the streets?
Thru the day more of the same questions pop into my head. When I take a bite of an apple I wonder what he is having to eat. When I wash my face I wonder if he is able to jump in a cool shower and rinse off some of the sand. When I lay my head on my pillow I wonder if he is getting any rest.
Our Soldiers are never far from our thoughts… Or our hearts.