I Love You Always
My first born . . . is all grown up. He’s a beautiful, kind hearted young man who has a family all his own. He’s a husband, a father, an uncle, a brother. He is my son and I couldn’t be more proud.
I brought him home in a Christmas stocking. They dressed him like a little elf. He’s been my anchor his entire life, pulling me back when I get a bit too flighty and impulsive.
There are not enough words or sentiments to express the depth of love and admiration, pride and adoration I feel for my precious boy.
Happy Birthday, angel. I wish you everything beautiful and happy in this world.