two stories, one for each of my kids...
sorry, no pics today.
on our way home from Florida we flew through Atlanta. I was complaining about flight delays and airport miseries. Fate and the four year old found a way to make those flight delays trivial. When we found our gate, it was covered in camo. We were scheduled to fly out of gate E31... covering every inch of E31, 32, 33, and 34 were approximately 300+ US Army Soldiers. We sat near a major who told us they were heading to Afghanistan, via Kuwait. Indy saluted him and told him thank you for being in the army... the major gave indy a uniform flag patch and told us he had a 5 year old son waiting at home. Indy then made friends with a young Soldier named Mike. Mike was a wonderful young man, with a nice southern accent and a heart of gold who spent half and hour or so talking with Indy. When the flight was called, Mike went off to join the single file line of Soldier's snaking down the concourse. Indy, being Indy, wanted to go say goodbye one last time to his new friend, whom we will probably never hear from again. I let him. Mike the Army guy was near the head of the line. Indy decided he was going to high five every one of those soldiers, and he did. Looking down the line, you could see the men and women shuffling things out of their hands, so they could have a free hand to high five him, or ruffle his hair. he smiled and said thank you for being in the army over and over and by the time he got to the end i was nearly in tears, humbled by my little guy.
I hope those soldiers know how much they mean to Indy. He loves all of them, but he loves Mike the best.
Today, i had a lecture, then a ten minute break before lab. On the break i was smoking and i noticed a fellow from my lecture there and struck up a conversation... asking him if he had lab with me or had lab 2. He said he had lab2 because the M/W one ran too late for him to pick up his daughter from school. I asked which school she was at and it was CLOVER RIDGE! well, that's the school Duck went to, and he volunteers there also. I mentioned how much we love it there, and not mentioning my older boy by name, said he volunteered with Mrs, Grahm's kindergartners. The man looked at me for a moment and said "Dakota?" of course I said, "yes! how did you know!?!?" he said his daughter is in that class now, and he had met Dakota earlier in the year and that my son looks just like me, and isn't Dakota just the nicest, politest, most helpful teenager ever... WOW. in public, Duck really is, we get told by teachers and things quite often what a delight he is (in private it is a whole different thing). It was heart warming to hear a stranger tell me that he see these traits in my child.
I have great boys, and i love them both so much. my children are truly blessings raining down on me.