7:30am

I woke up to some encouraging email this morning. I thought about what I wrote in Reflections and think it sounded like a pity party, which was not the point I wanted to make. I hope it didn’t come off that way.

As I lay in bed last night, I remembered I still have a lot of information to add to this journal. I have old email that will fill in the blanks. I’ll get started on that soon.
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I know what’s wrong. I know why I am in a funk.

I posted it in Reflections.

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I bought Joy some roses today. Turn about is fair play. I haven’t given them to her yet, but I’m not worried about spoiling the surprise. She doesn’t read this.

Maybe doing something nice for someone will cheer me up. Maybe.

She deserves something nice.

I remember the other night when I was talking to Logan, he told me about a dream he had. He was at our house and we were eating popcorn together. He said, “I woke up craving your popcorn. You make the best popcorn, dad.”

Popcorn is a tradition at our house. Not the air popped or microwave oven kind, but the kind made with oil in a pot, drizzled with real butter, just like the kind you get at a theater. We would all gather around the television and share from a HUGE pan of popcorn and drink from a BIG glass of ice water or soda. Whoever drank the last sip had to fill the glass again. To this day, the dogs won’t even eat microwave popcorn because it’s not as good as mine.

It’s nice that Logan would remember those times at a time like this, but I wanted to cry as he told me of his dream. It makes me want to cry now… :( I’m glad I gave him some pleasant memories to take with him into life. I only wish there could have been more. We’ll make more as we go along.

Logan is coming over Sunday. I told him we would be sure and have some popcorn together. That is probably the last time he will be over to the house before he reports for duty.

I may not be able to eat popcorn until he comes back for a visit after bootcamp. It would be too rough on me.

My wife bought me a rose this evening. That was a pleasant surprise.

I guess she must love me. ;)