my boy.

Jack turned 15 on Sunday. I'm not sure how this happened- just yesterday he was a fat new baby I was holding.. breathing in deeply as I soaked up the delicious smell of his baby head.
These days we threaten to cut off his milk rations to afford his jeans- it's time for his legs to stop growing already! And his feet. But not his good heart.
I love my son; and I am a happy mother because I know he feels it. I've noticed how he's started showing his mama a certain consideration in the last few months. Very endearing, I must say... When he leans down to submit to an occasional kiss on the cheek, or opens a door for me- then I feel like my boy is turning into a man- a gentle man. He is strong and smart, and he makes me proud.
He is kind to little ones, and to older ones... He works hard, and his laugh is like sun breaking through clouds. And he can cook! I always hoped my children would have a big brother to look out for them; Jack fits the bill- and then some.
But my favourite moments are when he just starts talking to me. Then my heart is happy and I know I am blessed to have this fine young man for my boy.

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