I missed a call at 6am this morning from the County Jail, they left a voice mail telling me my son had been transported to prison today, and had left my name as the person to collect his property. All I have to do is go to the Huber entrance, and have a photo ID. I'm hyperventilating. Ok not really, but my heart kinda feels like it could jump right outta my chest. I knew this was coming - it's been six weeks since the sentencing. But somehow, the recorded voice in my phone sounding so matter-of-fact.... Well, I didn't realize I would need to go pick up his stuff. So there's that. Breathe. Pray. Repeat. Asking for cyber hugs today, my friends!