David

My son has gone back to Fort Lewis

Poor Snoopy: The Evidence of the face stripe

The house seems very quiet this morning as I contemplate the reason for its calm state. David has gone back to Fort Lewis. The room is empty where he slept, there are no clothes of his to wash, and I KNOW that he is gone and will not come back to visit for a while.

Of course, during his long vacation, he has been gone from the house visiting friends, but I always knew he was coming back to park himself. And upon this return, the house tempo would increase (especially when Michael was over), as his blonde headed presence filled wherever he was.

And I always knew there would be trouble. There is a particular "evil" laugh that is characteristic of David when he is up to something....

And there began that laugh upstairs with one little dog amid three brothers. Poor, poor Snoopy! Michael misbehaved one evening because David was home to encourage it. The boys kept telling me to call Snoopy downstairs. I thought the pup was bothering them, so I finally called him to me. Michael and his work of art quickly unfolded before my horrified eyes...

And what to my wondering eyes did appear?, but an innocent pup with a streak down his face. The boys thought it would be funny to take a permanent marker and draw a line down the middle of Snoopy's white face.

Now, anyone who knows David, knows this would never, EVER have occurred if HE was not somewhere in the vicinity of another human being...and especially his brothers. Oh, and should I also mention the presence of an innocent pup?

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Here I am back to the quiet house. How I love that silly kid! He is still so full of mischieviousness that I marvel he is not a comic strip. He would be a good "Dennis the Menace," or "Garfield" the cat...yes, that is who he is...GARFIELD THE CAT. Only David would think of streaking a face of a poor helpless pup (and getting his brother to do the dirty work). I can see that now on Odie...

Yep, that's David. And now the house is strangely quiet. I know he will not be back from visiting friends, or running errands. For now that great big boy of mine has gone back to work. He has gone back to the life he loves. He is in his element as a military man, committed, hardworking, and a great protector of our country.

How can two such different men live inside one body! Even David wonders at it.

Love, a proud mom of a military man