Blessed

I was working at the church the other night and a few of the girls made a few comments about my son that really made my day.

I know that growing up without a dad can't be easy for him. I know that having to deal with me as his mom and only parent in the home has to be frustrating for him at times. But when I look at him, and I think it's safe to say that whenever anyone looks at him, you'd never know.

I love when I hear people say that Nick is a good kid.
I love knowing that he has a good heart.
I love knowing that he has such a great relationship with his grandparents and that he cherishes the time he can spend with his cousins.
I love that he is sensitive.
My heart melts when I'm having a bad day and he gives me a hug.

I love having the time to play catch with him. More than that, I love the fact that I am 36 years old and he still wants me to play catch with him!

I'm so glad that out of all the traits and genes I could have contributed to him, he has my sense of humor and a rare personality.
I love that he loves life so much.

I had the privilege to give a cardboard testimony in church last weekend and I was touched to see my son's reaction...even if he "claims" he had something in his eye.

I am so blessed to have such an amazing kid.