My boy

He turns sixteen tomorrow at 3:44pm. He will be the age I was when he was born and that, frankly, scares the mortal dog snot out of me. I've mentioned to many that his birthday gift should be a case of saltpeter. But I feel good about my boy. When I look at him now, I wonder when the moment was that the last of his little boyness melted away. When was the last story I read to him. The last time I tucked him in? The last time I kissed him goodnight? I will miss those things, but I look forward now into the life that he is building for himself. I feel proud and know that he will be great at whatever he tries, he will love deeply, he will feel for others, he will be a wonderful man because he is already a wonderful man-child.

Cory,

Although I know you don't read this because you are not allowed online, if you ever doubt my love for you, know that it is unconditional and deeper than any measure. I am proud of you.

Love
Mom.