Once, on a chilly golden morning, much like this one, I stared for hours at this beautiful little face. He was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen – my very first, my very own, little boy.
Then I blinked and he was nine.
And you know what? It still amazes me, every day, that I get to call him my son.
Happy birthday, Luke. I am so proud of the strong, capable, generous young man that you are becoming, and I’m so grateful that I get to watch it happen.