Today my oldest son turns 23! Wow! I went to bed last night thinking about his 23 years. It's funny how I can remember the moment he was born, how it felt to hold him for the first time. Now he lives far away from me and yet he is still close. He has been through a lot in his 23 years. Stitches from his rough and tumble years. Sports, he had one heck of a fast ball. Girl friends, which is still an on going journey for him. (lol) He survived my divorcing his father. He survived the loss of his baby sister and even spoke at her memorial service. He took his time deciding what he wanted to do with his life, but now that he has a goal in mind he is in college and pulling straight A's.
He is my rebel child. He smoked and got into some trouble in his teens. Nothing serious, but bad enough to make me worry. He was very stubborn about his smoking and it seemed the more I tried to stop him the more he smoked. Now he is a non-smoker. He gave it up on his own.
He is learning about horses and works with them a lot now. He is friends with a young lady that owns a horse, which might explain his interest in them. (lol)
He is an adventurous spirit, stubborn, handsome, intelligent, compassionate, talented and giving. I'm very proud of my son and can not wait to see what his next 23 years will bring to his life and mine.
After all 23 years passes by in the blink of an eye.
