Luke turned 15 this morning. I can't quite believe that the tiny bundle we brought home from hospital in his striped onesie is now taller than me, a solid bulk of slim muscle and laughing eyes. Kind, thoughtful, works hard, has great friends (takes one to have lots), humble yet boastful, always hungry for snacks, sometimes thoughtless and trigger-happy and last-word-ish but... oh such a cool kid!
I love watching my teens become who they are, although there's a part of me that mourns the year that has vanished, while celebrating the milestones and moments and minutae of everyday life.
Fly high, my Luke. Trust in God. Dare. You can do it. Grab life and each moment.
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Sometimes I wonder at the truth of "the moment is now". And "our one and only life". And what I can put in place for "when" so that Jess and Luke know how much I have loved, do love and will always love them.
These milestone moments are happy-sad. I treasure them!
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