My son, My hero

I keep walking through the living room pinching myself. Yes, he really is home. It's three in the afternoon and he's sacked out on the couch. What a beautiful sight. Daredevil came home on the red eye flight from California. I keep walking in there and peeking at him like he's a newborn just home from the hospital. I'm trying really hard not to snuzzle him and kiss his sweet forehead. Babies respond positively to that but I'm guessing a 21 year old wouldn't. So, I resist my impulses.

It's been seven months since I have seen him. I miss him and his brothers terribly. Fortunately, we live in a great technological time and communication is frequent. I feel for the wives and mothers of yesteryear that would have to wait months and months to hear from their loved ones. I go crazy after one week.