I wrote before about time flying by. I remember when this tiny bundle was finally brought to me, after what felt like FOREVER. He was perfect. He was healthy, despite the fears to the contrary that sent us into the o.r. Now, technically he’s a man. He’s old enough to go fight for our country, gamble, and whatever else is new for an 18 year old. He graduates high school in 13 days and will go to college in the fall. But I still see him as that baby, being cradled in my grandmother’s arms (from this post) and it’s so hard to accept that he doesn’t need mama anymore.
