Week Zero - Letter One

Dear J:
I dropped you off two nights ago at the hotel. Nervousness and excitement were both in your eyes - but I was a good momma, and I stayed strong and didn't cry.
This is a dream you've talked about for years - even buying a camo-theme laundry basket when you were in middle school. Dreaming and talking about a life in the military. Understanding the dedication and willingness to do more for others than for yourself - that is who is you are. That's why I know you are where God wants you. And why I could walk away without crying.
Even though I have a confession - you didn't see me crying in church Sunday morning before we left for the hotel.
They were playing the song "Amazing Grace", and when I sang the verse "my chains are gone, I've been set free. My God my Savior has ransomed me. And like a flood His mercy rains, Unending love Amazing Grace" - I cried. Hard. Because when I see you, I see His mercy. He held you in His hands and declared He has a plan for you. Jeremiah 29:11, baby. That's you.
I love you and I am proud of you. You are my American Soldier. When your plane flies out to Fort Jackson tomorrow, I will be continuing to pray for you moment by moment.
You are amazing!