hurray!

Sometimes it is weird, the way my mind works. Even I realize that. I was so worried about Beau and still am, after all he is in Iraq, and it is a war. Anything can happen. At the same time, now, I realize that I am lucky. Lucky. My son is in a relatively safe place, working in a relatively safe hospital. He has access to the internet. I get to talk to him...Yes, talk! because of the wonder of Skype. Last night I got to see him as we talked. He was pixilated and often his mouth was working after I heard words, but there he was, laying on his camo pillow. Scratching his nose. Totally "normal". It was wonderful!
But I feel kind of guilty. I am in a group of mothers of deployed children, and some of them don't have the priveledge of seeing and talking to their kids. Their kids get some computer time, but it is not as easy for them as it is for Beau. He is in a stable area that has internet service. So I am gratefully guilty. I will be giving money to the lady that comes in the bookstore that collects money for soldier's calling cards. I will gratefully give money so that others can hear their loved ones. I never realized how I would miss the sound of Beau's voice. Now I do.
I am very grateful to Skype! They probably did not intend it to be such a boon for families of service people, but it is, and am glad i live in this age, in this country.