Today is the twenty-first birthday of my first child. My Collegeboy has given me quite a supply of grey hairs, but he is showing signs of growing into a responsible, kind, caring man. I've been wishing his dad were here to see him now - he would be as proud as I am. But I must thank my DH for his love, caring, and seldom-flagging confidence in this boy.I did a big birthday post last year when my blog was new, so I won't repeat the same photos. We haven't seen much of this guy over the past two years; he's the one who went off to college and never came back. He's worked over both summers in his college town across the mountains, and only come home for quick visits. I'm proud of how he's taking care of himself, getting through college, and (hopefully) planning for the future. He was the one who called at 8:00 PM last Tuesday night, shouted "Obama!" into the phone and then, "They just called it!" His first vote for President and he picked a winner.
The photo at the top of this entry is the one I see every day when I open my wallet. It is the one that kept me sane when he was trying to drive me crazy, the one I show the clerks in the store when I buy groceries, the one I show him every time we're out shopping. When I look at that face, I see the past and the future both; I feel nostalgia for the little boy and pride in the man he's become. Last year, Collegeboy sent me a wonderful poem he wrote and this photo was a part of it. It meant a lot to me.
You, my son, are a very special person.
I wish only good things for you. I love you more than you know.
I'll have more of a birthday post tomorrow night after we return from a drive across the mountains to actually see the birthday boy.
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