I should likely make this an OT comment, but I am pretty spun up at the moment, want to say what I want to say while the music is in my head, the hugs are still warm, the kisses are still moist.
I met a man at a Christmas party 20 years ago, and we became best friends.
I got him a divorce. I handled his ex-wife's probate when she passed away. I represented his son in a divorce/custody case, his son-in-law in his custody case, his daughter in her divorce/custody case, and when my friend got arrested for driving while intoxicated, I got that case dismissed. I prepared his Will, probated it, handled the probate of his first wife's husband's estate, and I can't say how many powers of attorney I have done for this family. I won every damn one of the cases, I know that.
And then, a wedding. The son of my deceased best pal.
I refer to him as My Trey.
I won him sole custody of his kids. They were there.
Hugs all around.
My Trey was in the Army, joined up right out of high school.
Like his Dad, he is brilliant. His job was security. Testing suspicious mail contents. His assigned area was DC. Supreme Court, White House, Senate, House of Representatives, and the Pentagon.
He was the team's top officer.
He came to the office a few years ago for me to prepare some document for his out of country stuff, said he was choosing his last tour of duty prior to retirement. He said his retirement check was much bigger if he saw combat, but he could choose S. Korea.
I fell on my knees and put my head on his knees, as he sat on my sofa. I grabbed him around the calves of his legs. I cried like a little girl, told him what it was like to be raised by a PTSD combat soldier, what that did to family and loved ones, what it did to the soldier, and I BEGGED him to go to N. Korea, skip the combat/hero bs in the Middle East.
I convinced My Trey to avoid the combat.
And as I predicted, he got a fabulous job for a security firm and it is so sensitive, I know if he discloses to me what he does, he would have to kill me.
He is so obviously in love, and capable of love, and is completely composed, and you all and I can sleep safer tonight because My Trey is keeping us safe. And as of today, happily married.
I may hate and despise these damn private contractors, but just this once, I give it a pass.
He is Our Trey.