That's how old My Boy is today.
I'm the mother of an 18 year old. It's so hard to believe.
It seems like just yesterday that he was 3 years old and causing me to pray for patience about every other minute. I'm happy to say that his little sister Hope has taken up that cause for the time being.
Funny, isn't it? Eighteen years later I'm still in the middle of Toddler Chaos and yet today I miss that 3 year old little boy that was a force to be reckoned with.
He done growed up on me, y'all.
I'm trying really hard not to cry today. But I'll be honest and admit that I'm losing that battle. And that's okay. They're happy tears about a little boy who has made my life fun, interesting, exciting and at times, extremely stressful. And now My Boy has grown into a beautiful young man who's handsome, funny, sensitive, kind and best of all .... he loves his momma. A lot.
He flashes that crooked little smile and I pretty much melt. ::sigh::
No long, sappy post from me today. I just wanted to talk about My Boy a little.
Happy Birthday, son. You've brought more joy than I could have ever imagined.
I love ya, kid.