As my son journeys forward into his life as a man, I reflect daily upon how proud he makes me feel to be his Mom. It's so hard to let go, but the comfort of his voice on the telephone or a simple smile in emails with photographs of himself in the arms of Rachel, warms my heart and eases my worries for his well being. He is so brave and strong. No longer the tiny bundle I birthed almost 24 years ago, but a big hearted, honest strong soldier...yet always my tiny bundle of newborn flesh, un-scarred, un-tattooed, and un-broken.
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