day fifty-six: 21 years of mommyhood
Happy birthday to my oldest, missionary son. You hear it all the time, but it is so true... it seems like yesterday. He is affectionate, handsome, a leader. Always has been. I like him. I miss him. I love him.
"It's never too late to become who you could have been."
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I love him too! What a great kid. (Now man.) Can't believe he's already in the home-stretch.
Eight more weeks. I am already looking for student housing for him. :)
I miss and love him too.
What happened to that tenacious little wolf cub that used to so impress me at den meetings? I truly am proud to know him, and his mom.
Wow-I just read your comment: 8 more weeks! I always loved it when my brother's came home. Good luck with the housing:)
Made me sniffle. Tender.
What a wonderful thing to like your child as well as love him! Eight more weeks - how exciting!
Aw, no wonder you got a teary-eyed. I'm pretty convinced that motherhood dooms a woman to being an emotional crisis for all time.
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