Where does the time go?

My Flowers :)

Today is the day... 13 years ago today my oldest son was born- yes we have finally reached the dreaded teen years. Not to say that Bubba's emotional tangents, verbal tirades and attitude didn't rival those of any 16 year old hormone filled adolescent during his last few "tween" years- but officially it has now begun.  Even so on certain days I still see that sweet little boy who smiled brightly and handed me my first Mother's Day bouquet of handmade paper flowers in a decorated soup can vase and the beaded necklace to go with it.

The beautiful necklace

      Where does the time go? I look in the mirror and staring back I see the fleeting years of my youth and can't regret the things I have done. They have made me who I am, they have given me what I have and who I have in my life. They have brought me everything. But from smallest to biggest I struggle every day to see the cherubic infant inside my growing children's faces and wonder if looking back they will feel the same way? Will they find regret in their youth? Will they find happiness and wisdom as they grow and mature? My only hope is they live their lives as completely and fully as they can with no regrets, but with a sense of moral strength, faith, love and security. Security in the fact that no matter their struggles life always turns out exactly as it should if you believe in your self and keep your family close. Happy Birthday Bubba- we love you.

My Boy!