Those words were music to my ears yesterday. Number Two was home. My old (and long forgotten) speed running skills kicked in from my days as a super star athlete in third grade.
Yeah, I guess it was pretty obvious that I missed my beautiful boy. Apparently it was written all over my face.
I have been blessed with four beautiful children: three wonderfully delicious girls. And my lovely boy. My angel boy. When he walked in the door, he took my breath away. Tall, handsome, smiling from ear to ear. A perfect young man. My incredibly special boy.
Please indulge me while I wax ad nauseum about how much I adore this tender-hearted young man.
Imagine all the stars and planets and the endless expanse of the universe, then multiply that by the biggest number you can think of, then take that number and multiply it by 156 billion light years, add a bunch of other big stuff plus infinity.
Well, that doesn’t even come close to how much I love my son.
And yet…
some things ….
Then again, he knows exactly how to make up for it.
What a line! Who falls for that sh … tuff?
