This young man holds a special place in my heart.
I was there for his first birthday. I saw his naked butt streak across the living room more than once. (Yes I have photographic evidence. No I won’t share.)
He wore a tux for me. And he was darn cute. (No I won’t share that photo.)
And my favorite memory of him involved a cussing incident when he was about 3.
We were in a house full of people. And the poor little guy hit his head on the table (or something equally as hard) and from across the room I hear in a tiny little voice “Oh Bitch Ass, that hurt!”
His poor mother tried to calm us, a whole room full of people, to keep us from laughing. But really, it was kind of hard not to.
And in all honestly, after all these years, I’ve never heard him say that again.
And now… he’s graduating. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?
He’s going to college next year. He’s almost the age I was when I met him. WHAT?
May his path be paved with golden stones. I can’t wait to see him turn this next corner and venture into life!
Thanks for letting me do this for you guys. Much love.