Most of the time, Boy #2, who is a few years and a basement away from becoming an internet addicted, basement dweller, only leaving home to go to work at Best Buy or Circuit City…. Sorry got lost in there for a second… Anyway, most of the url’s to YouTube that he sends me are lame and of no interest to me. But this one is pure genius! I laughed until my side hurt! And there is a whole series of ‘em!
It’s been a long day. Most of it spent on the road. It has also been a difficult day. I hate that about life… The fact that sometimes the right thing to do can be so painful. I purchased him a Bible to take with him. The following is what I wrote on the dedication page:
My Dearest (name withheld),
Though we now walk different spiritual paths, know that I respect where ever this spiritual journey may lead you. Know that even now, I still turn to my Bible when my soul is troubled. For in these pages are words of wisdom that know no boundaries of religion. These 22 weeks will not be easy but never forget that I love you always and have faith in you. You can and WILL make it through!
Love always,
MomPS - Read Proverbs, Chapter 2 often!
I’ll leave you with our good-bye picture. It’s horrible. I have PMS & cardiac bloat and a migraine that has lingered for 3 days. Three days was long enough for me to not want to even think about putting make-up on my face. You might want to make sure it doesn’t frighten small children or pets. 
Click if you want to see it big and not distorted.
My apologies for the lack of posting. It’s been quite hectic here. Keeping a sharp on Boy #1 while waiting for this coming Saturday to arrive when we deliver him to Ft. Gordon for his first day of classes at National Guard Youth Challenge whilst attempting to school Boy #2 and Baby Boy has been a challenge.
There are so many songs that pull at my Celtic heartstrings that I could share with you today. Songs that make my heart and soul long for home, that small Irish-Catholic farming community of one Church and one pub full of extended family where everyone is related to everyone in one way or another. Where they say our Great-great-grandfathers decided to settle because the land of gently rolling hills, valleys and streams reminded them of their homes they left behind in Ireland. But I couldn’t pick just one.
Since this week is so focused on Boy #1 taking a huge step to change his life for the better and will be ending with his departing from us for 22 weeks, the song that seems most fitting is Danny Boy. When Boy #1 was an infant and toddler and we happened to be at my parent’s house, if it was time him to have a nap or if he was simply fussy, my father loved to snatch him away from me, sit down with him in the rocking-recliner and very quietyly sing Danny Boy to him. It always quickly calmed him and now and then I would catch a tear falling down my fathers face as he watched his first-born grandchild slumber in his arms. They share a bond that at times has infuriated me beyond belief, one that I have tried desperately to comprehend over the last 16 years. Regardless, on this St. Patrick’s Day, my father’s second favorite holiday of the year, and this being the week that Boy #1 starts a new journey into manhood, I’m going to share Danny Boy.
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside.
The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling.
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow,
‘Tis I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
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