Today my son is twenty-one and I would post pictures that I took of him yesterday, but I didn't take any. Sometimes, I get tired of being a nerd in his eyes so I just ate my lunch and listen to him talk and it was good.
I hope that he's ok this morning-Dickson Street was part of his plans last night and there were a few posts on facebook while he was still sober enough to push the buttons.
Sometimes it's hard to accept the fact that he would rather be out with his friends instead of being with me-but who really wants a clingy son at 21? I'm glad that he has tons of friends and has made the most of college life. There was a time when I was the first person that he saw in the morning, the last person he saw in the evening, and the only woman that he wanted to kiss but that time has passed.
Sam posted a picture of Hopper wearing nothing but boots and it made me laugh and laugh-the photo was great and it reminded me so much of pictures I had taken long ago-of a little boy in his grandma's sink, swimming naked in a wade pool-mooning mom for the camera- and so many others. I mourn the loss of my baby boy but there is so much pride and love for the man he has become.
I really don't think he has time to read his mother's blog so if you talk to him tell him that I'm thinking of him, want nothing but the best for him, and love him more than life itself.
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