COPYRIGHT@ThisNest
COPYRIGHT@ThisNest
Eighteen years. Eighteen years. Since I first met him, first held him, first kissed him. I am grateful that through all of those years, with all of their accidents and incidents and broken skin and broken bones and broken hearts…my baby made it to now with his whole self intact. Man, I’m so grateful that we made it through all that with our whole selves intact (although that fact could be disputed). God is so good.
We are now sitting between two very important weekends in the life of our son – his Senior Prom and Baccalaureate this past Saturday and Sunday, and his High School Graduation coming up this Friday. We are proud, relieved, thankful, sad, happy, excited, nervous, anxious, and nostalgic. We are in so much love with our first-born child. We sure do miss the tiny face, busy little hands, and raspy high-pitched voice of yesterday’s version of him…but we feel insanely blessed to know this young man who has taken that little boy’s place.
I call him Boo Boo and Tony calls him Peanut…by either name he is a gift. Our son, our hearts. Thank You, Father.
