There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Rare moments that are getting rarer

Tuesday of this week Matthew, my youngest child, was sworn into the Army.  He will be leaving home on 21 August.  For those of you who are not mothers it may seem plenty of time.  For those who have never let a child go it may seem like a date in the distant future, not to be thought about right now.  For those of you who are not letting your youngest, most fought for, and most dearly bought child go it may seem like simply a day in the life. 

This is not so for this child.  So this mother doesn't dwell on the inevitable nor on the heart that will be both swelling with pride as it breaks into a million pieces.  This mother takes out her camera and captures the moments.
She strings them like pearls on the thread of her heart so that when he is gone she can take them out and run them lovingly through her fingers.

Each pearl will be blessed with a prayer, no a thousad prayers for his safety and sent with wings of love to the God who made him, the Blessed Mother who cradles him, and the Angel Warrior who defends him.

Holy Michael Archangel defend him in battle.

Come home safely Uncle Matt so that your little Savannah will always know her big brave and loving Uncle.


Lisa said...

Oh, man. You made me cry, Ann. Tears of sympathy -- and empathy and pride, too. What a fine young man. ((Hugs))

Peggy Wolf said...

Delighted to find that you have another blog. This gives me even more to read. You are an amazing writer and poet. Your well defined and perfectly placed words never fail to touch my core and stir my emotions.