The Meaning of Mom…A Personal Story

The morning of January 5th dawned sunny. My son shouldered his backpack and headed to my car like so many times before. Despite the familiarity of the scene, I knew when he returned he would not be the same, nor would I. An hour later, I parked and we made our way inside his Air Force recruiter’sContinue reading “The Meaning of Mom…A Personal Story”