My son left one week ago today on his way to Parris Island as a kid and will return a ready-made man. I'm going through a lot of emotions right now. Today I meant to call home, but called his cell phone out of habit. When I saw what I did, I laughed at first then started to cry. It's really starting to hit me how I miss him so very very much. I'm stalking the mailman in anticipation for a letter/postcard. Nothing yet. Poor thing will have a novel to read, for I have been writing him everyday. I'm so proud of him, and the tears I have are out of that pride. I can't wait until I get his address. I have pages and pages of support ready to go. I made sure not to say how bad I miss him because I don't want him to become even more homesick. I even called his girlfriend and told her to be careful what she writes for that very reason. Counting down... 1 week down, 12 more to go...