A little piece of your heaven.
Fishing with your best buddies.
What comes to mind
are thoughts that every mom must think and say.
They sound so cliche
that they are worn down from over use and lose their meaning.
Every mom grows up
with that first born.
Because there is a child part
of each mom
that begins to grow up
when that first born looks her in the eyes
and her heart cracks wide-open
with a feeling she's never had before.
A feeling that seems to swallow her up.
Yet it explosive at the same time.
A desire to do it all perfectly.
Preparing for a baby.
The baby arrives
and then mom can't remember
the days before you came,
the days before you walked,
before you ran,
before you spoke,
before you could read,
before you could decide
that you love to fish
and are fascinated with military aircraft.
Twelve more equals twenty-four.
And mom lets go a bit more . . .
You are such a great twelve.
With a heart for what it good and noble and right.
Manly. Respect. Honor.
With friends that challenge you to live your best.
Trusting that God has His hand on you for the next