Then, I had a moment of "saving grace".
I have sons.
Sons that like camo.
So, it may not be the exact same camo, and it is definitely a different size, but at least I have something to fill that space, something to keep my hands (and my washing machine) full while he is gone.
God is good.
Another thing I am going to miss, strangely enough, is the smell of oil and grease. 10 years ago, I never would have thought that I would love that smell. Even 5 years ago I didn't love it yet. But it has grown on me. Now, in some strange way, it is a comforting smell - the smell of normal, everyday life.
I was behind someone in line at the dollar store the other day: a dirty, greasy, overweight mechanic - and I just kept thinking to myself, "Man, he smells good". I realized then that I have a problem!
So, if you see me walk up to a stranger on the street and give them a hug, you can assume that they are either wearing camo, or smell of oil and grease. Have a little patience with me!