I honor you.


He is my son. My oldest son. In this photo he was 19. Too young for Iraq and the place he was in. When I held that tiny baby less than two decades before, I had no idea he’d watch flaming balls heading for  his camp on his birthday or know his Staff Sgt was killed from an IED. I knew he was going to be amazing. Every mom hopes that as they cradle their child. I wish I could have kept him from overseas military encounters, but he enjoyed military history and wanted to be a part of it. Today, he is much older, wiser, and working across the US. I am incredibly proud of my son. I am very thankful I never became a gold star mom. I am glad to know he survived when so many died in vain. Every time the phone rings today and I hear his voice, I am blessed. And no matter how old this kid gets, “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.” (Robert Munsch)


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s