~~9/29/94:The story of a boy~~

To my jock!!

You came, eleven years ago... with the whitest skin, the bluest eyes and the reddest hair. You were so small, yet so full of life. You filled my heart with so many wants and worries, laughs and tears all at once. I was still learning life myself, yet fully enthrawled on what your life could be. You smiled, and lit up the room around you, you crawled and took us on your adventures, you walked and before we knew you were running. You play the games with so much love and joy, if only I could see into your future, see what you will become now that you can think for yourself, yet I want to hold you and be able to guide you and love you and never let you go.

You now make me crazy, and happy, and mad and proud all at the same time. Your smile is still as bright, and not a day goes by that it does not still light up the room. Your hair no longer red, and sometimes so full of gel I could scream, yet I see the starting of a man. A man I know will love and care for everyone and all things that enter its path. Your hugs are still as strong and sincere as the ones you gave me when you crawled into my lap with cookie smeared hands. You no longer need me to do it all for you, but sometimes let me think you do.

I love you as much now as that cold fall day eleven years ago.. happy birthday to Andrew, love mom