I'm sitting here near tears, actually no I'm not... I am feeling the tears fall down my face as I am writing this. It seems so silly, my son is 25 and just moved into his own home. It is a beautiful home that he had built. He got all brand new beautiful furniture, even a 60" plasma TV that he is so proud of and can't wait to hang over his fire place. I am so happy for him, but I am going to miss him so much. He is only twenty minutes away so why am I making such a big deal out of it. Why am I sobbing when I am so happy for him, and so proud of him?
1 comment:
I'm glad that your love for him runs so deep. Tears are a good thing. They remind you that you are alive and feeling something, anything.
I hope your son knows how much he is loved.
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