To Become A Real Boy

So, you know how close I am to the girls, but there is one that I am just as close with, and that's my son.  I don't get to talk about him that much on here, so thought I would share a little about him.

 

He walks and walks and walks...

and walks some more.

I really admire that he's so active.

 

 

I just met him for breakfast a week ago.  We catch up on the happenings in our lives, and we went to Mimi's Café, one of our favorites around here.

 

 

 

He is the most non-materialistic person,

and it is a refreshing change

from all the wants and desires that

we hear in our world today.

 

He stands tall, 6 feet,

but is humble in many ways.
I think that is my favorite trait of his.

 

 

He sure loves those sisters of his too.

 

 

When he was little, I gave him this plaque, and I still have it to this day hidden away in a box of treasures.

 

 

We've had so much rain lately, and even hail!  When it hailed the other day, I was reminded of something that my son wrote when he was only nine.  He talked about the rain and the snow and the lightning.  I will keep his story always.   

 

I saw these flowers at the market, and they had the most unusual and beautiful color.  My friend, Kathy, let me take a picture of them, and in return am giving them to him for all the joy he brings to my life.

 

 

When I was a child,
I spoke like a child,
I thought like a child,
I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man,
I gave up childish ways.
1 Corinthians 13

You have turned into a wonderful man.

Thank you, son of mine.

 

 

~Sheri