My little boy is all growed up.

Tomorrow my eldest, who is twenty, is setting out on his own path and beginning his own, new life. I hope that he finds as much satisfaction, enjoyment, and experiences in his career that his dad, and by connection, I have.

For tomorrow he officially joins the U.S. Air Force, and after all his in-processing is completed down at the MEPs in Sacramento, he'll fly out Tuesday to San Antonio and begin his Basic Training. After eight and a half weeks of basic, which he's very nervous about, but I've the confidence that he will pass with no trouble, he heads to a different part of Texas for his tech schooling (Aircraft Fuel systems), then after a brief leave (which will hopefully be around Christmas) he will go onto his first base.

My feelings in all this. I'm nervous and excited for him. I glad he finally decided what to do with his life, and I hope that he succeeds in this. I will, undoubtedly, worry about him while he's gone as he's never been away from home for more than a few nights, and it will be extremely odd not having him around and it will just be me and the youngest at home as hubby is still overseas.

I wish him the best of luck, and hope Basic will not be too hard on him, and I can't wait to fly down there and watch him graduate in November!