Today marks 40 days till my son ships for Navy Boot Camp. In addition to all the obvious stuff I worry about, I don’t want him to be gone and then wish I had really taken advantage of the time we still had. You know how you tell yourself that THIS Christmas you’re going to really relish the season, and then slam, bam it’s New Year’s? I don’t want that to happen.
His leaving isn’t in any way comparable to all of the “40 days” in the Bible, but being Christian, 40 days can’t help but stand-out in my attention as a time to take notice.
I set the date and started inviting people to Beef’s going away party, I cried like a silly girl when he hugged me this morning and fist pumped the 40-day mark. Then, we talked about if he would want to be informed if something bad happened while he was gone. And, finally, I picked out the fabric to start sewing my Blue Star.

I’ll keep you updated on my Blue Star’s progress. I have a bunch of kids and I’m not very consistent by nature. I also started writing Beef letters, so he will get letters while he’s gone even when I’m scatterbrained or overwhelmed by regular life.
In my focus on my own family, I don’t want to forget that three families of young men in their 20s changed their blue stars to gold over the weekend, according to iCasualties.org.
BooRadley

