Today, my little boy, turns twenty-years-old.
How this is possible is beyond me. It was just yesterday that I held this tiny, perfect baby boy in my arms and marveled at what God had given us. Frankly, it scared the snot out of me and I wondered how Beloved and I would managed to care for so small a human. We were, after all, merely children ourselves...well...one of us was far more childish than the other, but I'm not pointing any fingers.
Despite our imperfections, in spite of us, Boy has become someone we can be proud to call son.
He's quirky like his dad.
Sarcastic like his mom.
But his talent is all his own.
He is many things and yet there is still so much more isn't there?
Happy birthday Boy! Thanks for sharing your amazing life with us and teaching us new and exciting things. I love you!