This phrase was inscribed in LARGE SCRIPT across the back of a truck I saw out driving today.
It made my heart catch in my throat.
You know I can’t help but mentally put myself in that mother’s (and father’s ) shoes. Let’s be honest. There is no way for me to know how they feel.
But I imagine I would be alternately overcome with pride and consumed by fear. I imagine I would wait for the phone to ring, my email to ding and wake every morning to mark the days until he came home with a great, big, red X. I believe I would refuse to watch the news, not wanting to hear about another bombing or more soldiers killed. I think I would become a regular at the post office, mailing off anything he might miss – Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, lemonade, pictures from home, his favorite pillow.
I really don’t know. It is impossible for me to spend even one minute, truly in their shoes.
But there is something I do know:
For me, in my life right now….I want to say I am humbled by the sacrifice the many soldiers and their families are making….all day, every day. My heart breaks each and every time I learn of soldiers hurt or killed.
I had tears in my eyes today and a lump in my throat because I could FEEL that family’s pride and their sacrifice.
My thoughts and prayers are with the families who have lost a loved one and those who are marking the days until they see their sons, daughters, husbands, wives, mothers and fathers, again.
I want to say THANK YOU.