My son, Michael
This is my son, Michael. He's going to be 18 years old in just a couple of days! I can't begin to tell you how amazing that is to me since I can remember so well what it felt like to have him kick around inside of me. I remember holding his hands and watching his first awkward steps. I remember seeing him off to Kindergarten and then Junior High. I remember hearing him play his guitar so perfectly when he didn't know I was listening. I loved him through his grumpy stage and bit my lip and tried not to complain too much when he spent three years hiding behind a curtain of hair that fell straight over his beautiful face. I knew the day would come that he'd feel good about showing the world who he is. Today's that day.
This is my my son, Michael!