My Son the Marine is Coming to Visit

                                            My Son the Marine is Coming to Visit:

        Next week on the 14th my oldest child is coming to visit me before he heads off to Japan for two years.  I am looking forward to seeing him of course, but my Fibromyalgia is seriously trying to rob me of that joy. Fibromyalgia can just go to HELL.  

         I am bound and determined that my son will NOT see anything but smiles, will NOT hear anything but laughter and positive thoughts. I want him going to Japan with a smile in his heart because his mom is sending him to Japan with prayers and love.   
    Here is what I found when I googled Iwakuni, Japan.
                               Iwakuni, a small castle town on the Seto Inland Sea, lies 25 miles southwest of Hiroshima. A five-arch bridge spanning the river is an engineering marvel dating from the 17th century, and the mountaintop castle overlooks the city and sea. Sample everyday life in modern Japan at a slower pace in a smaller city. You might see fellow Americans in this remote spot, as some 15,000 Americans reside at nearby Marine Corps Air Station Iwakuni.

               It is 8, 150 miles away,and 12 time zones. In a mother's heart it's not close enough, as there are 16 hours between us.

            I will send him to Japan and as his plane flies him there I know my tears will fall.  I wonder if he knows that when he is gone my ears will always be listening for any news about Japan. does he know my hopes are filled with wanting him to have the time of his life, but above all else I want him to take care of himself so he comes back with pride in his accomplishment, and most of all his mother is sending with him that love that can only be described as:one of the strongest connections that bind two people.
 There are no words to describe a mother's love. It is such that the best way I can describe it is "don't get between a Momma bear and her cub or she will tear you to pieces and not think twice about doing so.  
           Big wheels, hot wheels, Little trucks and cars,
           Skinned knees, climbing trees
           Wishing on the stars.
           Moments may be lost somewhere in time,
           But the sweetest memories are never left behind
           Now you've grown so fine.

           I'm so proud of who you are,The man you've become. 
             

           It was hard to know when to let you spread your wings,
           When to let you got to face the challenges life brings
           But you've grown so fine, and come so far...

           I'm so proud of who you are,The man you've become.

          

           For the great things you will do
           I'll be blessed 'cause you're my son
           But I'll always see the boy in the man you've become.

           That's part of a song ringing through my head as I try to adequately express what I feel for my son. The world sees the man, but his mother will always see the little boy he was. It's not that I don't realize he's all grown up because I know and acknowledge that fact. He is a man, and a fine one at that. I am as the song says: "Proud of the man you've become."

           May God watch over you for me my son. I love you.