One day, not very long ago, my children looked like the photo above. In my mind, I remember this day. It was just yesterday, wasn't it??
My daughter, not pictured here, would ask, "Where am I, Mommy?"
My reply, "You were not born yet, my sweet. It was before."
Before she was born. She is 15. Why does it seem that the picture above, before she was born, was yesterday?
My heart searches...
for more time...................................
wow. One day
...............................................is the little boy on the left (above) the first photo is my life and now this.....
High School graduation 2005
My Aaron. The middle child. The one who sometimes feels left out, but the one I love so much that my heart bleeds when I look at him.
He is the one who I have big hopes for.
The one who was planned to be next.
The one who both Daddy and I knew would come.
He moves out this week. Long awaited. He has lived at home and completed Associate's Degree at Community College.
My pride swells.
He now moves north. to University North Texas, to complete degree in Criminal Justice, to become a police officer. The same week that a Dallas Police Officer is buried, shot. My prayers for my son become more fervent for his safety. I give him to my God, His protector.
He leaves our home, for the first time in more than 21 years, my beloved son, the one I planned, the one I birthed, turning him over to the world, and what God has planned for him.
It was always that way, but much of my part is now over.
Oh, Lord....protect. Take what I have tried to do and finish the work. You know I have done the best that I can. He is yours. Thank you that you gave me that time.
Wrap your arms around him.
Let him know he is loved.
With a love that will never die. That goes beyond all things. All requests to clean rooms, to be responsible with money, to make good grades, to honor others... a love that is motivated by the gift that is only because you gave him to us, our son, to love and nurture him, until the day when he would become yours, which is now, he is YOURS. Thank you, Father. My son.
Now on his own.
Give him what he needs...in You.
I love this child.