Today was my oldest son's 23rd birthday. I cannot believe I have an adult son. Twenty-three...wow!
And I wonder...when did we go from this...
To this full grown, about to graduate from college, young man?
I look at him, and I walk through memory lane.
I remember when he first looked at me.
I remember the heart failure when his face hit gravel as we tried to get him across the monkey bars...and how angry he was at me for not keeping him from falling.
I remember his first step.
His first day of kindergarten...and his last day of kindergarten.
I remember every birthday.
And "All Dogs Go to Heaven"
and the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
I remember giving him a brother...and him automatically expecting his sister.
I remember how he loved each of the moments when his four younger siblings joined our family.
I remember his mission trips and playing the guitar.
And I remember our special moments together...and A&W rootbeer in Boulder City.
I remember the first time he rode his bicycle and the first time he drove in his new jeep.
I remember how proud I felt when he graduated from high school....and how proud I feel that he is so close to graduating college.
My boy has grown into a man.
And made his mama, proud.
Happy Birthday, son!