My boy. I am not sure that any more love can fit into two small words. My boy.
Every age throughout his life I have thought was the best. Each stage brings so much more of “him” to life. He is now 15 years old and though the teen years are somewhat tumultuous…this, is, the best. He is so much fun. I love his laugh, his wonderful sense of humor. He is most wise. Almost daily I am awed by the wisdom he expresses and shares is such a humble way. He is honest and true. He is kind and compassionate. My heart swells to see him lead his kindergarten group at church. He gets so excited to teach them the truths that will hopefully one day lead them to open their heart to Jesus. He is firm and confident in his relationship with his Lord and Savior. He has been blessed with so many gifts and talents and he loves to share and use those to help others. He continually strives to do his best in whatever he endeavors. He works hard, plays hard and loves the opportunity to just stay home and crash. Daily I am amazed that God chose to bless me with him. He is a true treasure and so much more than I could have ever imagined having in a son. I see God’s hand on his life, I see Jesus in him. I am so grateful that God trusted me enough to be his mother and even more grateful that He has continued to give me what I need to be his mother…when I look at my boy I am overwhelmed by the love that God has for me…that He would give me…my…boy….