my bean
This boy, who is so quickly becoming a man, has my heart. I am so thankful that I was chosen to be his mother. It is so hard to believe that my little bean has grown into a handsome, tall, funny, and sweet 13 year old. To me, he should still be my tow-headed, funny-face-making, roly-poly in the pocket wearing, little guy. Instead, he is my not so tow-headed, funny-face-making, cell-phone in the pocket wearing, big guy (who is now about 3 inches taller than me.) I cherish every moment that we spend together and dread the day when he will be "too cool" or "too busy" to hang out with his mother. I love his compassionate heart and pray that he will always stay that way. I love how he tells me that I am beautiful (even first thing in the morning when I am anything but beautiful.) He makes me smile! Thank you God.
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