Does a mother ever get to the point where she can look at the amazing man her son has become and still not see her little boy?
I choke up when ever I see this picture on my son's blog. My little boy in full body armor is not a comforting image as it reminds me of the war torn, forsaken land he is in...Mothers should not have to bear sending their children to war. I look at this image and I am reminded of the first BB gun Will got...his only request for his 9th birthday. (I, of course, thought he'd shoot his eye out.) I'd like to have that little boy back again, to sing Happy Birthday to, make him his favorite cake and hold in my arms again.
Be safe Will and know that I love you.
Link to He Who is My Son