In a blink of an eye...

He's a young man...he has my heart and soul. He's my baby. He's 12 and shaving. What is a mom to do? Can I lock him up and throw away the key? Break the phone to keep the little silly girls from calling? Or just watch and pray that all that we've taught him has really sunk in.

"Remember who you are. Do good things. Make good choices"


I tell him this every day, but in a blink of an eye he will be gone. I love him so much!! My young man, my young man.

There's a poem I have for my boys, fits perfectly:

"Blossoms"

I never dreamt

that tender blossoms

would be brown

Or precious angels

could come down

to live in the garden

of my giving heart

But here you are

brown angel.