Full Grown Man

It's arrived. So fast, I can hardly believe it wasn't just yesterday that I held that baby for the first time. Saw him toddle toward me, heard him saw mama for the first time, had a big slobbery kiss, helped him write his name, watched him throw a tantrum, his first day of school, his first heartbreak, his first dance, his first summer at camp.... My God, today he can vote, smoke (but he better not), drink (only in moderation), go off to war if he chose, marry,.... all these things he can do alone. No need to hold my finger to get his balance. No looking over his shoulder to be sure it's ok... But what I hope he realizes for the rest of his days, is that my hand will always be there to hold. My arms will always be open. Because even when he is old and grey and feeble, that big ol man will still be my baby. Happy Birthday, Cory...