Yesterday was a hard day for me and our family. We went to Ft. Jackson in Columbia and watched our " young man " swear into the Navy. It was the hardest thing I as a mother have ever done, to turn and walk away after I hugged, kissed him, and told him how proud I was of him and that I loved him. Then I got the last call last night around 10 pm, telling me he was in Chicago and fine and that he loved us. Tears streamed down my face as I held the phone after he hung up, knowing I could not hear his voice for a while. Oh the Pride I have but the emotional roller coaster is crazy. I feel his presence with me, and I know he feels us there with him, pushing him and telling him how Proud we are.