Driving up the long driveway to home last night, I had a moment. My husband and two of my sons were in the soybean field below the house, unfolding the booms of a herbicide sprayer. My oldest son has been unofficially out of the military for nearly two weeks, using up leave until his official separation date of June 11. My youngest son is enjoying the summer that precedes his senior year of high school - that is, when his father isn't working him like a slave, and meanwhile, my middle son was working at his job ten miles away.
For one brief moment, my good fortune shone on me like a beam of light: my sons were all at home and safe...including the one who served two tours in Iraq.
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I just love that scene.
I am actually glad I never had a child who would be young enough to have gone to Iraq or Afghanistan. I believe God knew I wasn't strong enough to let them go.
What a nice memory to make. :)
love ya sis.
Terrific!
This makes me smile!
Amen! It's nice to have perspective on our fortunes.
My heart is happy for you. A close family is such a blessing. I am glad your loved ones surround you.xx
:) I miss working like a slave for my dad sometimes ;) Just don't tell him that!
Hi, Maurita. I just wanted to stop by and say that I hope you're feeling well :)
The scene you described sounds so tranquil & fulfilling. I think we all get little moments in our lives that let us know we are exactly where we are supposed to be.
I'm glad your son is back safe and sound. I send him my thanks for serving our great country.
congrats :)
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