Friday Wrap-Up

Another Friday already?

I have no idea where 2009 has gone, it simply has evaporated! Here it is, Memorial Day weekend! It seems like a couple days ago, I posted of May being Military Awareness Month...and now the month is all but gone. Please take a few moments this weekend, to reflect on those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice for our nation. Pray for their families and make a promise to yourself that you will never forget!

John came home last weekend! It was a total whirlwind of a couple days. He arrived late Friday night, so we sat on the deck and chatted until his momma could no longer keep her eyes open. On Saturday he met some friends in DC for the day, and brought one friend home for dinner. John headed back to Wright-Patt on Sunday morning after visiting with some neighbors. A quick visit, but I enjoyed every moment I had to hear my son's voice, to see his smiling eyes and listen to his quirky sense of humor. It often hits me, how much I miss both of my sons... their absence from my everyday life is something I have grown to accept, for I am so very proud of both these men. I know in my heart they are where they are meant to be, doing what they are meant to be doing...I would have it no other way. Ahhh...but then the MomHeart chimes in. The ache of missing them deepens-especially after spending several hours with them. How weird is that? I remember the first visit B made home, after enlisting...I believed there would be a "B-High" after seeing him and spending time with him. Instead, the opposite occurred. He left and I missed him worse than before he had come home. It happens every time. I know the routine well. I prepare myself emotionally. And then WHAM, my heart goes squash. It simply hurts. No matter how hard I try to refocus my mind, that it is all good...my heart over-rules and Momma is a mess. Please don't get me wrong, it is not a deep dark hole I climb into...rather a reflective stage. Happy to have had time with them, happy they are doing so well in the world's they have chosen for themselves, proud they are serving our nation...but also acknowledging they are no longer my little boys.
I. Miss. My. Sons.

Today was filled with one of my simple, yet richest of pleasures. I spent a couple hours playing with my two grandgirls. There was the running game, then the hopping game... it was then time for Nana to watch over the pile of twigs, leaves and rocks which the two sweet girls brought over to me (one leaf at a time). We planted flowers in the bed, just outside the playroom window. Then we planted a pot with Basil and Cilantro for Mommy. We then had to go into the playroom, just to look out at the flowers. As I sat on the floor while these two precious babies adorned Nana with hats, scarves and purses...I thanked God for that moment. I am so richly blessed.

I mailed my final letter to my SoldiersAngels soldier. He is on his way home! May Almighty God bless his body, mind and soul as he transitions back. I look forward to adopting a new soldier and encourage everyone to do the same. It's an easy commitment; mail one letter each week and send one package a month. That's it. You will make a difference to a soldier, who is so very far from home!

May Almighty God Bless each and every Airman, Soldier, Sailor and Marine.