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My Beautiful Son,
How can I even express my gratitude for being chosen to be your mother? I was only twenty-three, and I had done nothing spectacular enough to warrant God finding me worthy of the gift…but still He sent you to me. I know that there were times I didn’t rise to the occasion, some mistakes were made along the way too…but never, ever, have I not understood the miracle of you. You. I love you. Oh Lord, do I love you. To think that, somehow, my very blueprint was redesigned around that of the man I love with all my heart…to make a completely new human being. To make you, our son. Our first-born son. A piece of me, and part of him…but still an individual. Amazing.
I feel so blessed to have been able to attend your final high school football banquet tonight. My feelings were so hurt as I headed into Chemistry tonight, prepared to take my Lab Final. My mind was on chemical reactions…but my chest ached in the absence of my heart, which was with you, on its way to the high school. As soon as my teacher agreed to make arrangements, I rushed to the banquet. Thank You, Lord.
So tomorrow, I will head back to campus to take that Lab Final…but tonight, tonight, I had the honor of witnessing the end of this part of your journey – just as I did for the beginning and middle of it. I am so proud of you – every minute of everyday of every year that I have been graciously given with you has been a gift. I pray for many more firsts and lasts to cry over, laugh about, and be grateful for.
I love you, Son.
Precious memories…precious years rushing past…precious parents and child relationship. We love you all.