Welcome home, Son, we're glad you're here and we thank you for your Service.....

We got our boy home tonight. He asked us not to do our usual hale and hardy greeting with signs, hollering and pomp and circumstance and we respected that. He just wanted to come home quietly, with dignity and honor. He's here. I saw the whites of his eyes, through my tears of happniess. He's been through alot and this time, he looks good, happy, and whole. Others, whom we did not know stepped up and thanked him....we see this when we meet him at the airport and it never ceases to cause a swell of pride in me....for him and for our country. Maybe you know the feeling? Maybe you have a loved one who has served and can identify with that surge of pride, knowing they have stepped up and shown undaunted courage, bravery, loyalty, patriotism and spirit?

I always thank a service person for their sacrifice when there is an opportunity...please if you see a service person, thank them, let them know you appreciate what they've done, they will thank you for your kind words and believe me, it makes them feel like a million bucks.

My gratitude to the Divine for bringing the Boy home to us, knows no bounds. I feel that I may have failed the Boy in the past and find that I am so grateful that he has made it home one more time and I have the opportunity to tell him how I feel, to let him know how proud I am and that he has made my life more beautiful for having him in it.

Just practicing, I am trying to shed my regrets, so that I don't have to live with them anymore....

Like I've told the Boy, for all of the time that he's been gone, Be Safe, Be Smart, Be True to your Heart.....peace