This morning I read the greatest news: a friend's son is returning soon from combat! He was going to surprise her but couldn't wait to tell her. Tears are filling my eyes even now as I remember the day my son surprised me on his two week R & R from Iraq. It was the day after New Year's and I heard a knock at the door. I looked out and saw a soldier's uniform. I was terrified. My son was in the middle of a war zone. What could it mean? Then I heard a voice tell me “Open the door and hug your son.”
I have never forgotten that day or that feeling. Even now when I watch Coming Home with my husband, I sometimes can't make it through all the episodes. I certainly never get through one without a lot of tears and memories.