February 26, 2009
How quickly it seems you have reached your senior year. It seems just last week that you went off as a freshman to live in the dorm with that strange character from Nevada. It seems just last month that I held you for the first time, finally sure that we had both survived the horrible car crash that nearly stole you from me.
And now, you are a man. A fine, intelligent, principled and educated man. A world traveler, a sought out counselor, a loving friend. And a wonderful son. I am so proud of you. I still see the little boy you were when I look at you. I see you sleeping in your crib surrounded by boomahs, giggling in delight at your baby ducks, twirling in your lavender tutu. You are forever that way in my mind.
I wish that you were here for your birthday, the first we have spent apart. But, the thought of you in Barcelona, playing futbol with a pro team offsets my missing you. We will have such catching up to do!
You are approaching life with a passion and relish that puts the rest of us to shame. You live more in a month than most of us live in a lifetime. You are fearless, daring, creative, funny and fully alive. Thank you for holding precious the life that you have been given. Your very existence is a gift, the way you have used it is a tribute. To God, to me, to your father, to the man you are.
I look back on your past with pride and satisfaction. I look forward to the unfolding of your future with excitement. You are a gift to the world, and our family is richer for your presence.
Happy birthday, my love.
Momma
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