Wednesday, March 26, 2014

He's 21!

I can't believe I'm saying it, because it sounds so old, but my son, my first born, turned 21 today. He is an adult. How can I be old enough to have an adult child?! Where has the time gone? I had a dream about him the other night. In my dream (which was one of those that feels real) I had gone in to wake up my youngest for school, only it wasn't her. It was Alex when he was about 5 years old. He was sleepy and wanted me to crawl in bed with him and snuggle. His hair was full, soft and straight - just like it used to be. I ran my fingers through it and savored those moments of loving. I woke up after that, sad that it had just been a dream. But thankful for the memories that it brought to me. Every night he would ask me to "be soft" - which meant rub his head while running my fingers through his hair. Such a tender time between us that I miss so much.

Alex is still sweet and tender though. He cares for the lost and downtrodden. He sticks up for the underdog. He fights against injustice. He is super creative and crazy talented musically. He wrote a song for his littlest sister to encourage her. He is responsible and brave. He is hard working and fun. He is a problem solver and envelope pusher. He is a loyal friend and trusted confidant. The sound of his voice is music to my ears. He is a blessing to me and I'm so honored to be called his mom.

Happy Birthday Son