Lord, please forgive me for being prideful...

...but I can't help myself when I look at my boy. When I see that he's given his future to going where he's told...to protect those he's never met...and to trust that someone will take care of his needs - it makes me want to shout from the street - that is MY boy.


Chase has been home for a week on leave and has 3 more days until he leaves for Mississippi for combat training. I am so proud of this kid. I am thankful that he was given a second chance in life and he took it and is making it count.


He just got this new tat on Tuesday. Not minutes after he was off the plane for leave, he was already showing me these words on paper and how they meant so much to him.

How can your heart not barely burst?