This is not a glamour shot.
|Pictured here are the freckle face, orange hair ginger, the Hubs, |
the Officer just after we pinned the bars on his uniform,
the weepy proud mama, the grandpa and the ministry-bound middle brother.
But we love each other.
And when not focusing on our own personal comforts which is often difficult for most people including myself and those in my clan.
We reach deep down inside and demonstrate support and care.
And this is what my oldest OS deserved on HIS day.
Not telling Nate how exhausted and hot we were (because I do not believe there are sufficient words and he was surely more tired and sweaty!)
But rather standing next to our Soldier physically, emotionally and spiritually.
As he graduated from the United States Military Academy.
It was a privilege and an honor.
And if someone would have handed me a mirror,
And some haircare products,
Or offered me a shower to freshen up,
You know, because an important picture was going to be taken,
I would have said no
And continued to hold my son's hand.
|It was only after looking at this picture the following day |
that I realized that we were all touching. I love that.
Shedding tears of pride.
No other place could I have been
Then next to Nate and surrounded by those who love him most.
Making memories for a lifetime,
This perspiring, imperfect collection of people
Honored a man of integrity
Whom the Lord gave me for such a time as this
And I am richly, profoundly blessed to call him (and all those in this picture) my own.