My son lives in South Carolina with his dad. He is in the 9th grade and plays football for his high school. Mark and I took off for the weekend to see Matt in action on the field. It is really hard for me not being close enough to go to every game. I listen to his games on the computer via a local radio station. I can't tell you how great it makes me feel when the announcers start talking about my son. I smile, I laugh and then I cry because I am here and he is there. We saw him play on the JV team on Thursday night and then Varstiy game was Friday night. It was thrilling being in that 'football heaven' atmosphere. They are really serious about football down there. He looked so handsome, so athletic and so much like 'my little boy'. (well, he's not so little anymore) Matt just turned 15 last week and he is already 6'2" and wears a size 14 shoe. He is definately not my 'little' boy anymore. However, he is my 'boy'. Mark and I spent the entire day Saturday with him. We played miniture golf, swam in the ocean, got in the lazy river, had some jacuzzi time and then ended the day with crablegs. We had a wonderful time with him. Even now and I type this two weeks after our visit. I miss him so much. We talk often, but it's not the same. I am one proud mama.