Today, 6 years later....I remember. I stand under another brilliant blue sky on a crisp, cool September morning and my heart swells with pride at the young man that son has become. Pride in his choice to follow in the footsteps of those who walked before him...pride in his sense of duty and honor and commitment. Pride in his love for his country. Yes, fear, as his choices have placed him in harms way....but he did so willingly. Politics mean nothing to him....his willingness to serve comes from the heart..and from a long line before him that made the same choice.
I remember to tie a yellow ribbon around all the trees in my yard...to honor these boys and girls that have made the choice to serve...to protect my basic rights, whether I agree with the politics of the world or not. I remember to light a candle and keep it burning until all our troops come home. I remember to fly a flag, in support of the great country that I've been lucky to live in, and each day say a little prayer of thanks for the blessings I've been given. To those of you that do the same, I say "Thank You". To Julie, who so faithfully goes out of her way to send care packages to this young son of mine, I say a HUGE "Thank You"!
In a very different world today, we find that family and friends mean much more. We hold each other a little closer, travel a little less and find that home.....where our hearts really are....becomes so very much more important to us. It took one day in September to teach us this. It's a lesson I'll always remember. And I can't wait until that young son comes home to us!


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