He gives me a look that asks, "Have you weakened?"
I return the most puzzled face I can muster.
I open the box and there inside is a gift from our youngest. He is thinking about us from wherever he is at sea.
Days pass. We receive another knock on our door. The postman has returned with another package from our boy at sea. It is for me this time. Tears well up as I open the sterling silver necklace, a cross with an anchor. Beautiful!
From Josiah, the card says.
He has been at sea since September. Underway is what they call it when you are in a submarine. He was in port somewhere in the world on Thanksgiving Day so we got to chat with him for a good long time. I love Skype, Facetime, Facebook, E-mail. It is what we have. I could see him and it was like he was right here with us.
I would love for that to happen at Christmas time. I would love to be able to see the boy/man! In person would be the best, but I will settle for a technological visit.
Please send us a Josiah for Christmas. We would love to receive another knock on our door. We have loved greeting the postman, but we would be even more delighted to open to a knock on the door and see our dear Josiah and his lovely bride, Bonnie standing there. Please, Santa! I have been a very good girl this year.
Your best girl!
ps. I have a new address this year! Will you be able to find me?
Merry Christmas blessings to all who serve in the military! You are a blessing to our country and our gratitude is immense!