On this day…

 

thirty-three years ago God blessed me with the light of my life…my son, David.

If we only knew at the moment we’re given this gift all the joy and wonder that would fill our world, there would be a population explosion.

I had a living, breathing – yes, sometimes crying – doll.  We had so much fun together.  He held me up in times when I just knew I wasn’t going to make it through.

He’s icing Christmas cookies…put a little icing on, lick it off, and put a little more back on…singing Christmas carols the whole time.

See, I still had my doll to dress up. ;)  He loved Halloween and we always had such fun figuring out what he would be.  We never bought his costumes.  They were always homemade.

The first day of school and Grandma with us to see him on his way.

He grew up so fast…time just really flew by.

Pretty soon he was a big brother.  He loved his little sister, Nicole, so much.  Wasn’t much for babysitting, but loved her just the same.

Then sometime in the night someone came along and stole my little boy and replaced him with a grown man.   A man I’m proud to call my son.

He’s a father now himself and is much better at it than I was in the beginning.  I’ve learned so much from David about giving and loving and sacrificing.  Nicole has received the blessing of my experience gained from my time with David and I’d like to think he’s a better man because of all we’ve been through.

I love you, David…more than I can ever say.  You’re my little Kermie and always will be.

PS: Please excuse any typos…it had to be the tears in my eyes.