I just have to say that when I was 20 years old, I watched my husband march away to go to war, and I never thought that anything could be worse than that. I was pregnant at the time, and I felt like I was just left with a hole in my heart. Today I watched the same child that I was pregnant with at that time get on a bus to move to Chicago and go to basic training. I think that over all I feel worse than when his dad left for Iraq. I just know that I have already done everything that I could for him in the last 18 years, and now I worry that it wasn't enough. Oh well...
Here is Andrew's "happy song" that he spent the last 2 monthes driving me nutso with....
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