A very emotional week for me. DS#1 has signed up for the U.S.M.C. He won't actually leave for boot camp for 5-6 months, but the thought of him (1) leaving home and (2) possibly being deployed at some too-near date has me choked up — and I don't usually get choked up often. We're very proud, but I'm a basket case.
This has been something he's wanted to do for a while now, but I think *my* misgivings is what kept him on the fence for so long. He did look at other branches of the military at my and DH's urging, but the Marines was always first choice.
This past Tuesday, I finally relented and went to the Recruitment office with him, where we spent nearly 4 hours talking with the Recruiters and asking lots of questions.
I decided I really couldn't stand in his way anymore, so I let him know that I would sincerely support whatever decision he made. Sniffle, sniffle. My baby is a full-grown man. More sniffles.
My second baby, DS#2, is playing out his very last day of high school today. And I do mean "playing," as he finished all of his finals yesterday and really had no reason to be there today except to goof off, be counted on the attendance rolls, and say his goodbyes.
I can't believe how fast all the school years flew by for my two sons. Be thankful for every day is all I can say! And we have been. I'm sure the future holds new exciting times, but I need to get through these big changes first.
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In sewing news, and I use that term lightly, not much going on. I did cut out and flat-measure the pattern. I've got an icky knit ready for the muslin. And I did make the "sacrifice" of buying a new piece of fabric (OK, four pieces!) that will actually be long enough for this dress. Now all I have to do is start sewing. I hope to get a jump on that this afternoon and then finish up the muslin tomorrow. Then I have to wait on the fabric, which is supposed to arrive Tuesday. Then sew like the wind so I have a dress to wear to the graduation Friday night.
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