Love this veteran of 20 years in the Air Force.
Love these guys, too. The big guy on the left, towards the back is our son in law Shasta. This picture was taken in 2008. This week he and our daughter the Equuschick celebrated their fifth anniversary. Shasta joined the army right out of high school and he went almost straight to Iraq where he saw a lot of horrifyingly ugly things. He wasn’t our son in law yet, and there was really no hint at all that he would be (a friend asked what I thought of him as a son-in-law once, and I laughed and said “No. Way.”), but ever since the year I babysat him when he was 12 and 13, he’d been special. I woke up many times in a cold sweat, praying anxiously for him.
The little guy is our son, wearing his daddy’s old cammies. The little guy outgrew those cammies a few years ago. He wants to join the military when he grows up- he’s thinking para-rescue.
This morning both of these men are taking time out of their very busy schedules and visiting Blynken and Nod’s school. The school is having a celebration to honor any veterans related to the students. The boys asked if my husband could come, and they were thrilled to death when he suggested Shasta could come, too. The boys spent the weekend here, and the menfolk took them to school early this morning.
I’m proud of our vets. I’m proud of these two men and their service.
I’m also proud of the lives these two have built, the obstacles they have overcome, and the servant’s hearts they have. I’m proud of their Daddy skills, and I’m proud of the blessing they have been in the lives of two little boys who don’t have a reliable, steadfast man in their lives except for these two men (and our other son-in-law and our son).
We are richly blessed.