Pictured here are the freckle face, orange hair ginger, the Hubs, the Officer just after we pinned the bars on his uniform, the weepy proud mama, the grandpa and the ministry-bound middle brother.
This is not a glamour shot.
We are an imperfect bunch.
But we love each other.
And when not focusing on our own personal comforts which is often difficult for most people including myself and those in my clan.
We reach deep down inside and demonstrate support and care.
And this is what my oldest OS deserved on HIS day.
But rather standing next to our Soldier physically, emotionally and spiritually.
As he graduated from the United States Military Academy.
It was a privilege and an honor.
It was only after taking the picture, I realized that we were all touching each other.
And continued to hold my son’s hand.
Then next to Nate and surrounded by those who love him most.
And I am richly, profoundly blessed to call him (and all those in this picture) my own.