Not long ago, my curly-locked hair little boy ran around with deep brown eyes and touched my heart each time he looked up at me.
And then I blinked, and before I knew it, this little boy turned into a strapping young man with a heart as pure as gold, and my core still flutters every time I gaze up at him.
Happy Birthday, son. I love you.
One response to “My Son”
Happy birthday to Daniel. He looked much like you at that age.