Yesterday was his high school graduation. I am so proud of him. When I met my oldest son, he was 19 months old. I was 18. I fell so in love with that little boy. His big blue eyes, just like his dad and his mother’s smile.
Now that he is almost full grown, taller than his dad, I still see him as a little boy. We have a special bond. He accepted me, without question, like he knew my heart and trusted my love. We have laughed so much throughout the years. His hugs are healing and his philosophical words speak of so much strength. He amazes me. I wonder what lays ahead in his life. Whatever happens, he will succeed and be happy.