To me, it feels like four days, but in reality, it’s been fourteen years. My heart skips a beat as I write that number. In a little over four years, he’ll be in college. How can this be? I remember holding him when he was just minutes old. In a matter of minutes, he’s now a full fledged teenager, doing Algebra, making plans for the weekend with his friends, and counting down the days until baseball season starts again.
I am completely taken a back as to how time has completely passed by me. When did he start wearing his dad’s shoes? When did his shirts begin to fall off the child-sized hangers? When did the girls lose their cooties? When did he gain an opinion about what type of deodorant he likes? Where was I? I know I was there, but it’s all a blur to me now.
He’s grown up so quickly and has become such a wonderful young man with his own values and feelings and opinions. Yes, lots of opinions. He lives life with zest and has a sparkling personality to go along with the giant heart he has and can always make me laugh, even when I’m not in the mood to laugh.
He is going to do great things in this world. I just know it. He’s willing to try anything at least once (except maybe for watching a psychological horror movie). We both chickened out on that one. Whatever comes his way, I know that he will be capable of handling it and know that he will strive to do his best in whatever calls his name. He has drive and determination that most 14-year old boys don't have. I am so proud of him and hope he knows that.
For the next little bit, while the dryer is humming in the background, I’m going to head to the basement and pull out a few of his baby photo albums and enjoy some remember when time. He was such a cute little thing. Happy Birthday, my sweet baby. I love you.
Daily Gratefulness
-for conversations in the car
-for the dirty socks on the floor
-for neighbors who have embraced our family
