I cropped this photo from a kindergarten class picture of Daughter's that I used in a post on her wedding blog. That's the groom to be behind her. They first met at the pre-school they both attended at Gallaudet University where his mother and I worked once upon a time. It was love at first sight apparently. They got into trouble for kissing at nap time.
Twenty years later they reconnected via Facebook when she was graduating from college and he was returning home after serving in the Middle East with the Marines. I've never had a son that served but I think often of SIL's mother and what she must have endured for all those years he was away and in harm's way. She got her boy home safe and sound when so many do not. 2,372 did not come back from Iraq and 4,418 did not come home from Afghanistan. 55,220 did not come home from Viet Nam and we lost 407,316 in WW2. I have no idea why I needed to look up all those casualty reports last night but I did. Our guy that came home is moving into a new house this coming week and has a son of his own on the way. On days like yesterday I think about that. A lot.