Friday marks the 14th Anniversary of the birth of my son. Over the last 14 years, I have watched a baby grow into a teen and the beginnings of a fine young man.
I can’t believe the time has flown so quickly. I sometimes miss the baby boy he was that I could hold and cuddle in my arms. I treasure each memory of him that we share.
While speaking with him the other day, we talked about the time in 2nd grade when he didn’t want to be a penguin in the class play. Well, come the morning of the play, I again asked him if he was going to do it and he said, “No.” So, I didn’t attend. That afternoon, he came home and asked why I didn’t come because he did it. He was so upset. I was sad to have missed it; but then he put on his costume (made themselves) and showed me what he had done and it was my own private showing.
I have scrapbooks full of memories that I will treasure and pass on to his children. I am so proud of the man he is growing into. I know that he is growing up and away from me; but he’ll be back and I’ll be here, waiting. He’s a wonderful, wonderful person whom I love dearly. My one bright star. God’s greatest gift to me.
Happy Birthday, Baby! I love you!